EroticReverie

Leona Liliana Lovelace

"So how was your first day?" Cristian asks me as I place my backpack at my feet and pull my seat belt on , sitting in the passenger seat of his Mercedes. 

"It's was alright. How was yours?" I ask, pausing and scrunching my nose. "I mean...how was your day?" Because it wasn't Cristian's first day at a new school , it was mine. 

Because a month ago. My world was turned upside down. One single accident , made me an orphan. One single accident, and the two people who were my entire world, were gone in and instant. Bad luck, a bad driver, and bad timing, and just...bad everything, had my mother and father dead on arrival for emergency responders, when a semi truck had swerved into their lane, hitting them head on. He'd fallen asleep at the wheel, and now, I was all alone. 

I had no relatives, other than an uncle on my fathers side, who was currently living out of an RV, driving from place to place, which sounds like a decent time and something I'd like to do. Just....not with an Uncle I've only seen a handful of times growing up. So instead, my mothers best friend from highschool , Caroline Copeland. Took me in. I'd met her a handful of times, her and my mother, traveling once a year to visit one another for a week at a time. I never heard my mother laugh like she did with Caroline when she would visit. I had friends that were girls, but I was jealous of my mothers friendship she had with Caroline. 

I'd finally made the move, from Texas, to California. Being that I only lived in Texas with my parents for the past five years, I didn't really have a southern accent, but there was a bit of it there, that I'd picked up while living there, but it was faint, and hardly anything I thought would be noticable. Except, it was to the eight new people in my life that I was living with. 

Caroline and her husband Crawford, took me in, to live with them, and their six sons. 

If I had to give you a crash course in the Copeland boys....it'd be this....

Caine Copeland , the oldest at 23, is the tallest as well, at six foot four. He has the "i dont give a fuck" bad boy look, with dark brown shoulder length messy hair. You know the kind, the kind that he probably purposely spends time messing up, just to make it look like he didnt spend anytime at all on it. He has surprisingly well grooms facial hair though. A full beard and mustace, all of it trimmed shorts, with the hair along his jawline just a touch longer. Tattoos that span his entire arms, hands, neck, and I assume his back and chest as well, yet I haven't seen him shirtless, so I couldnt tell you. And he has some of the prettiest, yet intimidating,  green eyes. He lives in the guest house, which is pretty much the same size as the house me and my parents lived in before my life got turned upside down. It's a two level house, somewhat small, but big considering it's only him that lives in it. Caine works in music. 

Then there is Cillian Copeland, 21, six foot three, clean cut, no facial hair, green eyes like Caine and their father, dresses like he's always ready to go to an important meeting, strikes me as the most serious of the six. He's currently doing online classes for business, while also working for his dad, Crawford, part time. 

Then there's Carden, who is 19, and also currently taking online courses in college. He's six foot three, brown eyes like his mother, with touseled dark brown hair, and muscles, he's constantly flexing when he thinks nobody is even looking. He made me watch him flex, not even to show off for me, but just to show off for himself, he was all too proud of his hours in the gym. He wants to be a professional trainer and nutritionist. I wouldn't say it outloud, but he's my favorite so far. Simply because he acted like it was no big deal that I was there. Treated me like a person, and not the reently parentless orphan that everyone else TRIED not to act like I was. 

Then there's Cristian, my age, seventeen, with lighter brown hair, brown eyes, and takes after Caine with his interest in music and appearance. He doesnt have the tattoos or facial hair, but he does have the bad boy style and the long shoulder length hair. However, I dont think he has the "i dont give a fuck" attitude mastered yet, quite like his older brother. 

Then there are the twins. Charlie and Connor. Both sixteen. Both six foot. Charlie has short, light brown hair, and informed me within minutes of being there, that he was going to give me a makeover for my first day of school, otherwise i'd be "Eaten alive". Caroline told him he was being rude. And maybe it was a little rude, but I appreciated it anyways. And we spent the entire morning talking about what celebrities we had crushes on. We both agreed, Harry Styles was top tier. But didn't agree on much else after that in the way of what we considered hot as far as guys. 

Connor is the other twin, and shoulder length blonde hair, but it's more for "Skater" purposes, than bad boy purposes like his brothers Caine and Cristian. He's pretty shy, and hasn't talked much, and kinda seems to do his own thing. 

So now, here I am , sitting with Cristian as he drives us from the campus back to his home. Which is supposed to be my home now, and I wonder how long it will be, before it feels that way. If it will ever feel that way. If anyplace with ever feel like home again. 

"My day was good." He smiles politely and then pulls out of the lot onto the main road. 

"Anyone give you any trouble?" He asks as he keeps his eyes on the road. 

"No." I say softly, shaking my hair and fidget with the hem of my jean shorts, that Charlie paired with a simple white t shirt, and a red, boyfriend cardigan , this morning while insisting we had to go shopping soon, because my wardrobe was "tragic". 

"Make any friends?" He asks, sounding like a hopeful parent on their childs first day of school ever. It makes me smile slightly. 

"Not yet." I answer honestly. I talked to a few people here and there. People were friendly for the most part, and not to be too judgey, but they didn't seem to care about the new girl. Which , I was grateful for, because I'd rather they didnt see me at all, over the nightmare of them being terrible like some of the girls were when I'd first started going to school in Texas. 

"You will. People here are just kind of..." He trails off, and never finishes what he was saying, just shrugs. But I get it. Everyone was in their own world here, in their own little California sunshine bubble. 

Twenty minutes later we're pulling up, the twins pulling in just as we're getting out.

"Lili!" Charlie calls , getting out of the car, making me jump. Yelling my name like the sky is about to fall on us. 

"What on earth happened to your hair?!" He shrieks. Gasping, and lifting his fingertips to his mouth shaking his head.

"I...oh." I say, lifting my hand to my head. Forgetting, mid day I piled it all up ontop of my head, because it got too hot having it down. 

"I ..got hot." I say and Cristian chuckles beside me as he opens the door and Charlie huffs up the steps, as Connor pulls away, never getting out of the car. Probably going off to skate or something, or hang with his friends. Who knows? I give a little wave, and he nods, and lifts his hand and waves back before pulling off. 

"Got hot?! I spent an HOUR curling that hair this morning! I didn't volumize these locks just to have you toss it up like some kind of-"

"Easy Charlie, Jesus" Cristian butts in as Charlie flicks a stray lock falling from the haphazard bun on my head. 

Charlie huffs.

"I'm sorry. I'm...just not used to wearing it down. It sticks to my neck." I frown and rub the back of my neck. 

Charlie rolls his eyes. 

"Dont apologize to him. He's being a queen." Cristian says.

"Hate speech." Charlie glowers at his brother. Cristian just laughs, shaking his head. I already know, that everyone in the family supports Charlie. But I also know Charlie and Cristian banter like assholes with each other. I've heard it plenty and have only been here less than seventy two hours. I also know, if anyone else called Charlie a queen, Cristian would gather his other brothers, and they'd all serve a healthy does of shut the fuck up, via their fists. 

"Maybe we should cut it." Charlie says, turning his attention back to my hair.

"Cut what?" Carden asks, as he comes into the foyer from the downstairs gym, sweating, shirtless, and throwing a towel over his shoulder after wiping his face and looking to me and Charlie, and then to Cristian. 

"You're not cutting her hair." Cristian says to Charlie. 

"Absolutely not." Carden says, shaking his head. 

My brows lift. I wasn't aware the Copeland boys had different varying, strong opinions about my hair. 

"Not too short" Charlie says. "Maybe just above the shoulders." he says, making a line with the side of his finger in the middle of my neck which was far above my shoulders. I flinch at the idea of short hair. 

"NO." Carden and Cristian say simultaneously. 

Charlie looks at them. 

"Nobody asked you." He sniffs at them. 

"What do you think Lili?" he says, calling me by a shortened version of my middle name. 

"Um, no thank you." I say softly and reach up, covering my neck. 

"If you wear it up anyways, whats the big-"

"She said no Charlie. Stop." Carden growls, walking over, sweating dripping down his face. He towels it off again and then looks at me.

"I'll hide all the scissors, Leona" he says, and puts his large hand ontop of my messy bun and rubs it , messying it more, and I smile. 

"None of you have any sense of style, I'm trying to give her an aesthetic, something that makes her stand out, I'm trying to-"

"She already stands out." Cristian says, almost angry. Bless him. I blush slightly. 

"Leave her alone. Seriously. You're bordering on being an asshole right now. I know you're excited to play dress up with her, but she's fine just the way she is. Knock it off." Cristian says and I want to cry slightly. Because, I do like Charlie, but he is just a bit too abrasive with his honesty. 

Charlie stands there open mouthed.

"Lili am I being an asshole?" Charlie asks, throwing his hands on his hips. 

"I wouldnt say that....but...you do want to change pretty much EVERYTHING about me...including my name." I say and chew my lip. 

Charlie's brows draw together.

"I'm sorry." he says gently, and reaches out. Touching my shoulder. I know he means it.

"I'm an asshole." He sighs. "You can say it." and shakes his head, disappointed in himself. 

I laugh softly and shake my head. "I would never say that."

"Out loud." Cristian whispers. Charlie shoots him a glare. 

"Okay, well.....can I still help you pick out outfits?" Charlie asks and I smile and give a little nod.

"I'd like that." I say and he smiles and pulls me in.

"Bitch. I'm so sorry." he hugs me tight. I laugh at his chosen term of endearment that he's used several times in the past few days, especially this morning while getting me ready. 

"Let's go plan out this weeks outfits!" He claps his hands and then takes mine.

I turn to Cristian as Im pulled up the foyer steps.

"Thank you." I mouth and he smiles and nods.