Next Smash Bros Novels & Stories

"Sure. I'm not cooking, though. And I'm not-" "Eating the vegetables." He laughed. "I got it." My smile slipped. "Yes, you do. You got this." He drew a slow breath, studying my face, but I looked away. "I think you should have a housewarming party, too. Maybe the first week of December. You could invite the Seasmoke gang, prove to them there's no hard feelings and that you're good." "Yeah?" He hummed in his throat, glanced around as if picturing them there. "Perhaps you're right. Waiting until July to see them again might widen the rift." He blew out a weary sigh. "Want to stay for dinner?"

But you just made this worse for both of us. Wait and see. Happy New Year. Make it count. You have ten years, five months, twelve days. I'm counting every single one.

His bright orbs met mine and he stood up. "Even after doing this all shit, you wont be considered a family. So save your concern for others, not us. And fucking stay away from my brothers. They're too innocent for your kinds and who knows they could get into some kind of trouble just because of you?" He rasped out as he took a step closer. I clenched and unclenched my fist, trying not to slap him across the face again. Last time, I slapped him but instead I got two in return from my dearest mother. How fucking fantastic.

I point out, offended. "They better not," Sash replies fiercely, catching me off guard. "Only I hurt my brother," she clarifies. "Oh, and my sisters." I smile slightly when that warm feeling returns. "That's actually kind of sweet, Sash, in a twisted way," I tell her, appreciating these rare moments. She sends me a small smile and pats my upper arm. The gesture is comforting. But then she makes her way out of the room and opens her big mouth to have the last say, "Love you, bro, even if you are fat now."

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