[Commission] FACE ch 3

Right now the four brothers were having 'family time' which included all watching a baseball game, Matt wasn't happy but there was no hockey games on because it was out of season, you were sitting on the couch between the twins since those two didn't get along very well, Oliver was sitting on a love seat and Louis was sitting on a chair since he had a thing about being touched.

Normally you would stay away since you didn't want to intrude on family time, however it was quiet obvious without you there none would stay. Since you asked them, and you didn't know if it was because you were a girl or if you were a guest or why, but they all did so. Allan would be happy to watch baseball since he loved the sport so, but Matt wouldn't sit through it and would be at best whittling or something, Louis would be reading something and Oliver would be sitting here, they wouldn't all be actually watching the game, so you kind of had to stay here.

Louis was bored out of his mind, but because of how the chair was positioned he could see the belle femme (beautiful woman) sitting not too far from him just as easily as the television, Oliver was happy that everyone could get along thank to that angel like young lady. Matt didn't much care for baseball, honestly he thought the sport was stupid, but he had a cutely chubby little maple leaf right beside him, and as for Allan it couldn't get better; he was watching a game of his favorite team who were winning and he had that hot little mama right beside him. Of course nothing peaceful ever lasts in this household.

One of the players of his favored team made a critical mistake, one that this early in the game could cost them the game. “Aw for fucks sake!” Allan yelled throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Allan!” Oliver scolded grabbing his nearby swear jar and offering it up to the American. This was the first time that you had seen it close up, it was blue with a pink and white checkered fabric over it, held to the lip of the lid with twine that was dyed a neon green, a very neat slit made, and in purple in neat cursive proclaimed it as 'Swear Jar'.

“Hey, Ollie?” You asked, slipping into a nickname that you didn't often call him but he kind of wished you'd call him more often.

“Yes Name?” He asked with a smile at you.

“I'm not trying to insult you or be rude but, why do you hate swearing so much?” You asked hopign he'd understand that this was merely just curiosity talking.

“I absolutely despise swearing! It's so vile.” He said with a pout as you merely blinked confused eyes at him.

“Strange, I always liked cussing.” You muttered more to yourself than anyone else. At this Allan and Matt had twin smirks, Louis gave out a gruff chuckle, and Oliver gasped as if you had just told him that cupcakes were to never be made ever again.

“But ever why Name? Such a sweet young lady shouldn't cuss!” He looked disturbed that you even knew or heard cussing causing you to giggle a bit.

“Seriously Oliver?” You asked shaking your head, “I like cussing, it is meant to combat pain.” You add as they looked at you confused, “when you cuss your brain actually releases endorphins, stuff that makes you happy.” You say with a slight smile, “I control it when I'm around you Ollie, don't worry. I'll probably end up slipping eventually.” You add as it was only a matter of time because it'd be impossible not to.

To this Oliver merely pouted sitting back down, “I still think that there should be more manners.” He said as you smiled gently.

“Well yes, it'd be nice if people were more polite, but I don't count cussing as not having manners.” You said with a slight smile, “more if people just didn’t go out of their way to be mean.”

“I suppose so,” Oliver admitted before Matt, being quiet observant read between the lines of what you were saying.

“Is that a reason you kill? To release pain?” He asked as you looked over to him, your (eye color) orbs meeting tired violet ones.

“A part of it, bullies don't change, children of bullies become bullies themselves.” You said with a frown and sigh, “so I stop the cycle, there are more evil than I can kill but I'll try.”

“T'en w'y do you seem sad in that?” Louis asked as you merely let out a smirk.

“They say that when you set out to destroy something, you often become more evil than the thing you set out to destroy.” You add before shrugging, “however it's worth it. If I can save just one person it's worth my innocence.” The others blinked at your strangely mature melancholy response. To this Allan wrapped his arms around your plump waist.

“I doubt it doll, your so sweet and innocent the worse darkness could never take that away.” He promised as you smiled slightly, it was nice to have someone believe that you were going to stay the way you were. The other three agreed, you were so steadfast in your convictions that you wouldn't change.

“So t'at's w'y you started killing?” Louis asked as you shook your head.

“No, I was made fun of for being fat.” You explained as their eyes widened, Matt pulled you into his chest, holding you close.

“This is not fat, this is curvy and fluffy.” Matt muttered as you blushed at him.

“M...merci (Th...thank you)” you said blushing before looking away as he chuckled at how your face now matched a maple leaf. “They made fun of me until one day I just snapped, what my classmates did on top of my parents. I couldn't stand one more second.”

“What your parents did?” Oliver asked as you smiled sadly.

“Ouis. (Yeah.) My parents. My father I was never good enough, if I get a B why didn't I get an A? If I got a 90 why didn't I get 100?” You shook your head with a sigh, “my mother was angry that I wasn't skinny and did everything she could to get me to lose weight, which was actually more along the lines of starving me. I'd get one meal every two days usually, maybe one a day or if I wore slimming clothes and she thought I lost some weight I got two meals a day once or twice.” You said as their eyes widened and Oliver rushed over, pulling you from Matt's chest and wrapping his slim arms around your plush form.

“Oh poppet!” He practically cried rubbing your back as the others got up. Louis actually reached over to pat your (hair color) head but backed away as he didn't like being touched and the others were far too close.

“If you were being starved, how'd you manage to keep such a luscious body maple?” Matt asked in a surprisingly gentle tone, it was obvious that he wasn't doubting you or calling you fat.

“I became chunky when I gained weight when I first entered puberty, according to health class it was normal, we needed to gain weight to grow taller and for girls to get their curves and males to get muscles. My mother wouldn't listen and she'd starve me to make me more desirable because in her mind the only thing a girl can do is find a good husband.” You shook your head at the utter stupid idea, you weren't against the idea of love but you weren't going to rely on finding someone and definitively not for their money. “So my body went into starvation mode, keeping on weight so that I wouldn't starve to death.”

“You don't want a man?” Allan asked, on one hand that would be good since he'd probably kill someone who tried to take his little doll away while on another that was bad since he wanted you. So did his brothers though.

“I'm not opposed to falling in love and getting married,” you corrected causing the Oliver to blush darkly and his three brothers to blush lightly, “but I will only ever marry for love, nothing else.” You added.

“Of course,” Louis agreed and you smiled at him as he shook slightly at how adorable you were. Each of the four could see how their three brothers looked at you, even if you were clueless to it. This...could be a problem.