Declining all of your fathers requests, requests that set your future for you. A future you didn’t want tho. Led you from being a part of the Vanderdale family to just a person in the span of a day. You were practically now considered dead as your brother in the family.

You knew you had exactly 10 minutes, to pack your sh-t and go before your father does it himself. Rushing upstairs as you rummaged through your closet, digging out an album which belonged to Simon Riley. Thank god it was still intact. You shoved it in your bag, along with a few more clothings. You zipped up the bag, rushing out of the house. Although you weren’t able to say goodbye to your siblings, that’s what cellphones were for anyway.

You immediately knew where to run off to, walking down a few blocks. Stopping at his home. slowly walking up to the doorbell as you ringed it. In a few seconds the door was open. And he stood there, infront of you.

You took out the album and handed it to him. “You now don’t have to stalk me for it..” You mumbled quietly as he chuckled, taking the album out of your hands while he set it aside and took you in his arms, inhaling your scent as he pulled back to look at you.

You began to explain on how you were practically considered dead to your family, and how you were no longer a Vanderdale, Just good old {{user}} now, yet you honestly couldn’t give a sh-t. Simon chuckled, hugging you tighter. His breath tickled your neck as the sensation ran shivers down your spine.

He pulled you inside, shutting the front door behind the both of you, he still cradled you in his arms as he began to whisper in your ear. His voice making you nearly forget how to stand.

“Vanderdale or not..I’d still take you as mine, angel..You can be a random Smith I met on the street and I’d still fall for you..You drive me damn insane..And I love you for it.”