shelby young

That Makes Her A Shelby

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“And this’ll be your room.” You silently look around, turning in your spot as your brother laughs quietly. It was definitely a step up from your room at Polly’s. You loved living with her but the house was small for the three of you, and frankly you were tired to hearing Michael whenever he brought someone home from the Garrison.

Your room was on the same floor as Tommy and Graces, but closer to Charlie’s than there’s. It had a lot of windows overlooking the gardens and a big closet and fancy, shiny furniture.

“Why don’t you start unpacking and then we’ll eat.” Tommy says.

You slowly turn to face him. “Thank you Tommy.” You say and he smiles, opening his arms signaling you. You place your suitcase down on the bed and run into them, missing his hugs most of all.

“Don’t thank me yet.” He scoffs pulling away and walking down the hall to leave you to your things. “Dinner’s at 7.”

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Nothing’s been the same for a while. After the incident with the cocaine, you haven’t touched drugs since. But the whole teenage rebellion phase hasn’t stopped. You and Michael were close now too, Polly splitting her time between you and him. Which was nice considering Grace had sneaked her way back into your brothers life.

Saying you hated Grace was an understatement. You couldn’t remember a time where Tommy was as sad as the day she left him in Birmingham and he came to find out she was married. It left him dead inside, much like he was when he came back from the war, and you hated Grace for causing it all. He’d busy himself with work to clear his mind of her, which meant you rarely got to see him. There was a long expanse of time where you and your brother didn’t talk, you and him always leaving the house at opposite times. You hung around with Finn a lot, and Michael and Isaiah. You had the time to drink more, which you felt like you needed since your relationship with your brother was straining, resulting in a couple drunken nights home with, who else, but Henry. You’d told Ada about it but no one else, and while she was helpful it wasn’t the same as telling Tommy.

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“Can you believe they found Polly’s son?” You laugh, walking on the curb like a it’s a tightrope. You put your arms out to try and keep balance but are failing from the few drinks you had slipped without your brothers seeing. Finn’s there, ready to catch you when you fall, cause he can see it coming.

“I mean, Tommy’s done crazier shit.” He says as you laugh, your foot slipping and falling right into his arms. You laugh as he keeps you from going back onto the curb, keeping you upright.

“You’re right; he can do anything. Damn our brother’s pretty cool. I mean so is our whole family. Think Michael will fit in?”

“Hard to tell.” He says shrugging as he’s messing with the lock. He shushes you as he gets it open, helping you up to your room. Thankfully Tommy and Polly weren’t around, otherwise you’d be dead for having even one drink.

“Finn, you’re my best friend.” You mumble as he shuts the light off.

“And your mine Y/N. Now go to sleep you booger.”

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