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    Rules Are Meant to Be Broken

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    “Babe, in case you never realised it, al the noise last

      night wasn’t just from us, there was one hel of thunder

      storm going on.” Michael pul ed the curtain aside. “See,

      there’s no sun,” Michael glanced back over his shoulder.

      “Just a lot of black clouds and it’s pissing down rain. But

      you are right, we got lucky, and next time we don’t stay.”

      “So you’re saying there’s going to be a next time? I may

      not be welcome after what we just did.”

      Stopping in the laundry, Michael threw his sheets into the

      washing machine on the way to where his family waited in

      the kitchen. “There wil definitely be a next time, and you’l

      always be welcome. My mum thinks you’re a huge spunk.

      She also thinks you resemble Spike. And I’m pretty sure

      Gypsy has a crush on you, but she is out of luck. This sexy

      body belongs to me.” Michael said with a grin before he

      brought their lips together in a brief kiss. Even with morning

      breath, Christian loved the taste of Michael on his lips. He

      groaned as his tongue slipped in and explored every inch

      of Michael’s mouth.

      Every few steps Michael would reach out just to touch

      Christian. It was nice knowing his family was so accepting

      of his lifestyle, because he wasn’t planning on giving

      Christian up anytime soon.

      The closer they got to the kitchen they could hear his

      mum and dad in a deep discussion.

      “What’s going on?” Michael asked when his parents

      came into view. His mother had her address book open

      before her. Gypsy was sitting across from them,

      complaining and rol ing her eyes with each new name their

      mother suggested. He could tel his sister wasn’t happy at

      al . The more frustrated she got, the more Michael had to

      bite his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud, because

      he realised his parents were trying to find someone to stay

      with Gypsy. What had she done to warrant the need to be

      babysat at her age?

      “Aunty Kay just rang; she can’t come and stay with Gypsy

      while Dad and I are away. Uncle Alex has something going

      on and it wil be too much for him. We’re just working out

      what to do,” she indicated to the address book.

      “Mum, Dad, you do realise Gyps is twenty-two…right?”

      Michael glanced toward his sister, and she rol ed her

      eyes again. “You go on one little rampage and smash a few

      mailboxes and you are never al owed to stay at home alone

      again. It’s your fault anyway, Mikey.”

      “Me? How is it my fault?”

      “Because dumbarse, you had to go and run away from

      home. You left me, which pissed me off, and I just…” She

      shrugged.

      “Language, Gypsy,” their dad said before he continued

      discussing possibilities with their mum.

      Before Michael had a chance to make a sarcastic retort

      to his sister, Christian blurted out. “Gypsy can come and

      stay with us. We have plenty of room at our house.”

      His dad’s head snapped up and stared at Christian.

      “Maybe we should ask Gypsy what she wants to do.

      Mikey’s right, she is twenty-two after al ,” he stated, winking

      at Michael, though he looked a little nervous as their mother

      glared at him. “Do you think you can behave yourself if you

      go and stay with Mikey and Chris?”

      It sounded to Michael as though his father wasn’t half put

      off by the idea. Deep down, Michael knew that his parents

      stil worried about them, and if Gypsy real y had vandalised

      those mailboxes then his mum wouldn’t think they were old

      enough to keep her in hand. Just the thought of his sister

      doing this was strange as he had never known her to

      destroy anything before. Hit people to protect him, yes, but

      never wilful y damage another person’s property.

      “Dad, it’s Gyps — what could possibly go wrong? She’l

      bring movies and a hairbrush and be in her glory. I promise

      not to feed her too much junk food.” Michael laughed as his

      parents looked at each other. His dad seemed to be

      finding it hard not to laugh, and a smile tugged at the corner

      of his mother’s mouth.

      His mum rol ed her eyes at his dad in the exact same

      fashion Gypsy always used. The Marsden women had the

      move down pat.

      Snorting, Michael explained to Christian. “So one time

      when you are nine you feed your sister so much chocolate it

      makes her puke everywhere and they never let you live it

      down.”

      “I’m sure Jess wouldn’t mind staying,” his mum began

      again, and Gypsy grunted in protest at being treated like a

      child.

      “Dad…” Gypsy complained and Michael knew she was

      about to go into a ful on tirade over it al .

      In the end, Michael decided it would be best to cut her

      off. “Okay, okay, I promise not to corrupt her too much or

      take her to too many unsavoury nightclubs. I’l even make

      sure you get no phone cal s from police or irate neighbours.

      Please, I real y do want to spend some more time with

      Gyps. I have a lot of making up to do. Besides, the others

      wil love having her around, especial y Charm. It wil mean

      another girl in the house and Charm wil definitely love not

      being the odd man out. Or woman, so to speak.”

      His dad had astonishment clearly written on his face.

      “Others?”

      Michael knew his father was more comfortable now that

      he knew he was gay, and his dad would now have no

      trouble leaving Gypsy with him. It had always frustrated

      Michael how his father never ful y trusted him around Gypsy.

      One innocent misunderstanding when they were eighteen

      had tainted him in his father’s eyes. Michael shuddered,

      because having sex with your sister was not only wrong it

      was just… gross!

      “We live in a house with three other people. She won’t

      be alone with the five of us there — there’s Charm, Doyle,

      and Kerr living there as wel ,” Christian said as he

      explained a little about the house dynamics. Michael

      grinned at Christian’s excitement.

      Michael realised his parents knew nothing about his new

      life or the people in it. “They’re real y nice people, you’l like

      them.”

      Gypsy rol ed her eyes at Michael. “Hey! I’m right fricken

      here, people. You do know I can hear everything you’re

      saying? It is not as though I have suddenly gone deaf, or

      become invisible, or anything. I am an adult. You do realise

      this, don’t you?”

      “A point yet to be proven,” their mother mumbled under

      her breath.

      “And Gypsy wil just love Drack,” Christian said with a

      grin, pretending he hadn’t heard her.

      “Drack?” His dad asked.

      “Our pet owl. He’s only a baby, and he is so damn cute,”

      Michael said as he gestured how smal Drack was with his

      hands. “He is just this tiny bundle of feathers.”

      His dad was actual y listening and seemed genuinely

      interested. “Why would you have named the p
    oor thing

      Drack?”

      “Wel , you know, Dracula, creature of the night. Just like

      an owl. Wel it sounded cool in my head when I thought of

      the name in the first place,” Christian frowned, “I guess I

      could always rename him.”

      “I think Drack is an excel ent name,” Gypsy laughed.

      “Can you pick him up? Can I pick him up? Wil he let me

      carry him around? Wish he was a bat. I love bats.”

      “Sure!” Michael said, “I have to keep moving him off my

      side of the bed, so he doesn’t mind being handled.”

      “It’s just because your side is just more comfortable,”

      Christian retorted. Michael glanced at his parents warily to

      gauge their reaction to what had just slipped out. He

      blushed when he saw his mother was staring at him.

      Michael turned and poked his tongue at Christian before

      turning to his parents and asking. “So, are we taking dufus,

      or not?”

      Gypsy punched Michael in the arm. “Hey, dumbarse!”

      Their dad tried to sound casual, “She’l love spending

      time with her brother again. And I trust she wil act al of her

      twenty-two years and not the twelve-year-old she has been

      imitating lately.”

      “It was one time, Dad. I have been perfectly wel behaved

      ever since. Cost me a damn fortune to replace al those

      bloody mailboxes. I’m not dumb enough to go and do it

      again. Besides, there is no need to get angry. Mikey wil be

      right there with me. He can’t run away if I am watching his

      every move.”

      Michael winced; he knew his family were al tip-toeing

      around the fact he had been gone for over a month without

      any contact whatsoever.

      “Come on, Peg. Love, it’s only for a week. What do you

      say we trust her? I mean she is an adult, it isn’t like we can

      ground her or anything.” Michael marvel ed that his dad

      said that without laughing.

      The boys knew they had won the argument when his

      mother sighed, and began to bul y Gypsy into getting her

      stuff together. Breakfast seemed to be forgotten as she

      gave them a long list of names and numbers they could cal

      if something went wrong. Why did she always think

      something was going to go wrong? She always thought he

      and Gypsy went searching trouble where ever they were.

      What she didn’t realise is they didn’t have to look. Trouble

      just usual y found them.

      His mother insisted on packing food for them to take,

      even when they protested they had enough at home. She

      slipped in three family blocks of peppermint chocolate

      knowing it was Michael’s favourite and Michael couldn’t

      stop the grin forming on his lips. God, he loved his family.

      “Peg, honey, how wil they get everything home?” Their

      dad grinned. “You have given them everything but the

      kitchen sink.” His dad turned to Christian. “Don’t worry

      she’s not always this crazy, you’l get used to her in time.”

      “Chris, come and help me pack,” Gypsy demanded

      grabbing his arm in passing.

      Worriedly, Christian glanced at Michael for help before

      fol owing Gypsy to her room. Al Michael did was chuckle at

      Christian’s dilemma. Gypsy was going to want his opinion

      on everything, from what clothes to take, to what everyone’s

      hair was like. His sister had a serious hair fetish; she was

      going to want to play with everyone’s hair. She had always

      loved playing with hair since they were about five. And she

      was just going to love Doyle’s hair, because even Michael

      found himself wanting to run his fingers through those dark

      locks. Shaking his head, he pushed Doyle and his hair from

      his thoughts.

      “You can help me pick what to wear to al those

      unsavoury nightclubs we’l be going to.” Gypsy laughed as

      her mother tossed a tea towel at their retreating backs.

      “Don’t take al day about it either. No getting side

      tracked with gossiping or listening to music,” his mother

      cal ed after them, “And for the love of God, don’t talk his ear

      off! We want him to come and visit again.”

      Michael teased Christian fondly when they had returned.

      “Think Gyps has made a new friend?” His hand reached to

      take a hold of Christian’s, and pul ed him into his embrace,

      blushing deeply as Christian kissed him. His gaze flashed

      to his mother’s over Christian’s shoulder. She smiled at him

      and he relaxed, knowing she was happy for him no matter

      what way of life he had chosen to fol ow.

      His mum refused to listen to any of their protests. “I won’t

      take no for an answer. If you’re taking her home today then I

      insist on driving you there. Gyps can’t go out in the rain. Her

      hair wil never bloody dry, you know how thick it is.” Michael

      bit back the joke he was going to say about thick hair to go

      with a think head mainly because he thought Gypsy would

      king hit him. It had been known to happen before.

      “You know they invented hair dryers for a reason,” Gypsy

      mumbled so only Christian and Michael heard her.

      His mother had made Christian and him load al of the

      gear into her car and forceful y tried to bul y them in as she

      locked up the house.

      Knowing ful wel his mother was only doing this so she

      could see where she had just al owed her daughter to stay.

      Michael also knew his mother wanted to also make sure he

      was living properly, because mothers were always meant to

      take care of their kids, no matter how old they got. And his

      mother was a prime example of a mother who ruled her

      family. Gypsy was a close second and it was no wonder,

      because she had learnt from the best.

      Christian had been sent back in to get Gypsy’s favourite

      karaoke DVD from where it had been left in Michael’s

      room. His eyes lingered longingly on the bed and he felt his

      body stir with recol ection. Their scent of being together

      was so overpowering; he wondered how the others couldn’t

      smel it. For a moment he had a sense of déjà vu, as if he

      had stood in this room in the exact same spot and thought

      this. A shudder ran through him at the weirdness of it al . As

      he came back out of the house, he showed them he had

      stopped off to grab a few more DVDs from Michael’s

      cupboard just in case they wanted to watch them. Michael

      was stil gazing at his mother when he got there. Christian

      could only imagine how happy Michael was feeling right

      now.

      They talked about inconsequential things on the drive to

      Ambrose Street. As they got closer to home, Christian saw

      Peg’s eyes widen in surprise as the house came into view.

      “You know,” she said as she pul ed into the drive, “I’ve

      always wanted to see inside this house. I bet the attic is just

      ful of wonders.”

      In the back seat Michael started laughing, and his

      mother looked at him in the review mirror in confusion.

      “Actual y Mum, it’s just ful of crap, but please feel free to

      come by and clean
    it any time you want,” Michael teased

      her. “It’l save me from having to finish the job by myself.”

      Christian could feel Michael’s happiness, it was as if it

      flowed through him as wel .

      Peg’s eyes lit up at the prospect, “I’m going to hold you

      to that. Don’t think I won’t. When I was a little girl, a very old

      man lived here with his son. If I remember, the boy used to

      be gorgeous and al the teenage girls had a crush on him.

      Wel , the man seemed old to us kids, but real y he was only

      probably only in his forties. It’s funny now, but when I was

      younger the kids used to always cal him Dracula, mainly

      just to creep each other out I think.” She shivered. “We used

      to dare each other to come up and touch the door.”

      A sudden coldness ran through Christian’s body. A

      tingling sensation as if a memory was trying to break

      through. Something deep inside him was saying how he

      should know this. But what he should know was just outside

      his grasp of understanding and it frustrated him to no end.

      Michael and Christian stared at her as she told her tale.

      Christian’s insides were crawling and he hated the queasy

      feeling her story was causing. He was almost afraid to ask,

      but he knew he had to.

      “Do you remember his name?” He asked uneasily, but

      Peg didn’t seem to notice. He just hoped it was a

      completely different person. Please let it be a completely

      different person.

      She shook her head, “It was a weird name, foreign I

      think, but I do remember his first name was Sebastian. I

      only remember his first name because my younger sister’s

      favourite book was cal ed The Tale of Sebastian Mouse.”

      A slight tremble sounded in Michael’s voice. “Mum, Gyps

      wil be okay here. I promise there’s no old guy named

      Sebastian living here. We have a Charm, a Kerr, a Doyle, a

      very sexy Christian, and a Michael, but definitely no

      Sebastian. Man or mouse.”

      Christian couldn’t help but smile at the way Michael had

      described him. It was good to know Michael thought he was

      sexy.

      While piggy-backing Gypsy, Christian almost slipped as

      they ran through the rain to the house, they were laughing

      hard as they opened the door so Peg could enter.

      They had left Michael to grab al of his sister’s things,

      seeing as they hadn’t bothered to take anything. Grumbling,

      Michael dropped the bags inside the front door as he went

     


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