How Long Do We Live For? - Remastered

He was fast asleep in his bed.

He held her hand as they headed upstairs and they soon came across Chelsea.

She sighed cause some part if her had wanted him to be awake.

She went with him.

Arthur curled up on himself in his sleep.

Hunter watched Chelsea.

She gave them a small forced smile and a muttered a goodnight before returning to her room.

He smiled slightly in return, kissing Audrina's head.

She looked on the verge of tears but she didn't want to ruin anyone's good day and stayed in her room.

Audrina sighed not sure what to do.

"Do you want to go and talk to her?" He asked her. "I can meet you in our room."

"Something's telling me I'm not the one she needs to talk with right now."

"I suppose not, but it might do some good to talk to somebody."

"You can try if you like."

"I'll give it a go." He told her.

She nodded.

He smiled slightly, kissing her lips before he walked to Chelsea's room and gently knocked on the door.

She kissed him back going into their room.

She mumbled for him to come in.

Hunter walked in and he sat on the edge of the bed. "You look like you need to talk, so let's talk."

"There really isn't anything I need to say..."

"That's not true and we both know it."

"What am I supposed to say? That I'm stupid and I'm in love with my brother??... do you have any idea how messed up that sounds even to me?"

"It does, but technically he isn't your brother." He reminded her. "You just have a crush on your bestest friend."

"For all intent and purposes he is. I've lived with him since I was seven... everyone calls him my brother and once you and mom marry... he's my brother. It's wrong and I'm horrible and now he's gonna hate me for even telling him..." she hugged her pillow to her chest.

"Arthur would never hate you." Hunter reminded her. "Yes people say you're like siblings, best friends get called that all the time, my first wife and I were called siblings even in those times, but biologically there is nothing relating the pair of you, so therefore, it's not wrong and it's not horrible."

"None of that matters if he doesn't like me anyhow... I need to get over it."

"And you will eventually." Hunter promised her. "These things take time."

"Why doesn't he like me, dad? What did I do wrong?"

He smiled in fondness of her. "You just might not be his type." He told her. "Arthur's type is quite...Eccentric...Just because a boy doesn't like you like that, does not mean you've done anything wrong." He told her. "It just means that you haven't found the right one."