Chapter 270

"What are you preparing?" Scott asks. He is sticking his head down from the stairs.

The moment he had arrived, my had ran up the stairs, either getting to sleep or to do something else but he came back down now, a delightful cherry little boy who has changed his clothes from the jeans and top that he was wearing before to some short pants and a really loose shirt.

Okay, Scott is definitely drunk now. Maybe before I had been doubting it because of the composed way he was acting. I had thought maybe it was all acting before, but now, now I know that he is definitely drunk.

"Do you know what you are wearing?" I says and he nods his head delightedly at me.

"I know when you snuck it into my bag yesterday, so I guessed I should try it on today, for you".

To anyone else in this world, this would sound endearing and sweet of him, but I know who I am dealing with. 

"You're not planning to wear it ever again are you?" I say to him, and he nods his head.

"Never again".

I let out something of a little chuckle at this, and he walks past me into the kitchen.

"Are you really going to cook while you're still drunk?" I say, and he closes his eyebrows, thinking about it.

"I'm guessing that if I burnt the house down aunt would never speak to me again would she?" He says and finally gives up. Even now as he walks back to the parlour, I can still see the slight tilt of his movements. I wonder if when I'm drunk I will also act like this.

He collapses onto a couch which isn't occupied, and he closes his eyes. I know that in a few more minutes he'll be asleep, and I want to tell him to get up and go to his room so he can sleep there instead of here, as I won't carry him up later on.

Scott hates being on the couch, he hates sleeping on the couch, he also hates waking up on it even more, and I know he will be annoyed if he wakes up on the couch.

He would prefer that I wake him up when he's about to fall asleep on it and then I tell him to go to his room, but I can't find the heart to do that today. I mean he's exactly so much like a baby, this is practically the ideal brother i could have ever wanted, not one who bosses me around, but one who I'm able to take care of instead.

He falls asleep on the couch and I just let him fall asleep because I don't have the heart to wake him up. Adrian is on his phone, currently scrolling through something, Oakley has erupted into a fit of giggles at what she's watching, and Adrian has currently abandoned whatever he was looking at on his phone to see what is making her so delighted.

I am the only one standing here confused at what to do.