*A/N: there will be some swearing! Don't like? Don't read!*
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that frightens us." - Marianne Williamson
While heading to Al's house, you had fallen asleep. He stared down at you with some respect. You didn't cry when you told him about what happened.
He reached his house only to be welcomed by yelling. Al growled low in his throat and walked into the kitchen. His two 'friends' Oliver and Matt were staying over at his house to hang out today.
Oliver had pinkish blonde hair and swirling blue eyes. He had a strange obsession with cupcakes and poison. He wore a bright pink sweater vest and a pale blue dress shirt under it.
Matt was Al's twin brother. Despite this, they had issues being in the same room together. Like Al, Matt lost his temper easily and he could kill you without so much as batting an eyelash. He wore a black leather jacket, black shades and ripped blue jeans. He carried a hockey stick with barbed wire wrapped around it. His blonde, wavy hair was loosely tied back while one stray curl stuck out of his head.
"Please try one Mattie~!"
"I said no ya fucking idiot!"
"Now now Mattie, swearing is bad!"
"Shut up a ya pink haired freak! And don't call me Mattie!"
Al walked into the room with you in his arms. This immediately caught a certain pink haired boys attention.
"Oh Al! Isn't she a little too young for you?" Oliver purred. Matt laughed.
"Fuck off Oliver! I found her outside in the ally and decided to take her in for a while." Al growled.
Oliver frowned. "Did you kidnap her?"
"No, her parents are dead."
"Oh dearie me, how long?"
Al looked at his watch. "'Bout two hours now."
Oliver's eyes widened and he came over and took the girl from Al's arms. "Oh the poor dear! It's okay sweetie! Uncle Ollie is here now!"
"Shut the fuck up Oliver! She's asleep." Al hissed retrieving you from his arms.
"Aw, look who actually gives a shit for once!" Matt said glaring at him.
"Shut up Dip Thong." he growled. You stirred in your sleep. All eyes fell on you as your big (e/c) eyes fluttered open.
"Hello sweetie! My name is Oliver! But you can call me Uncle Ollie! What's your name?" said Oliver as his blue eyes swirled.
"________." you said simply. He smiled at you.
"Would you like a cupcake love?"
"No!" Al hissed pulling you closer to him. Oliver huffed but kept his smile.
"_______, ya have a good sleep?" Al asked giving you a toothy grin.
You let out a breath of relief. "Yes, thank you Mr. Al." He smirked at you.
"Well, might as well introduce you to the bundle-o-crap over there." he jerked a thumb over to Matt. Matt glared at him. "That's Matt."
You looked over at the blonde and gave a half hearted salutation. "Hello Mr. Matt."
He glared at you and scoffed.
"Mr. Al, why did you bring me here? I thought you would've just dropped me off at someone else's house." you said sadly.
Al stared at you for a minute. "Do you want me to leave you somewhere?"
You looked at him, then the floor. "No." He chuckled.
"Awww! You're so cute!" Oliver squealed.
"Oh shut the fuck up Oliver!" Matt drawled.
"Mattie! No swearing! We have a young lady present!" Oliver complained covering your ears.
"Whatever!" he snarled walking out of the house and slamming the door. You shuddered slightly, but it didn't go un noticed by the others.
"Don't worry sweetie, Mattie's just grumpy guss." you smiled a little, making 'Uncle Ollie' squeal. You yawned loudly. "Aw! C'mon sweetie! let's get you to bed." Oliver tried to take you from Al's arms but he stopped him.
"She bleeding dumb ass."
Oliver's eyes widened. "Oh dear! Let's go get her cleaned up then!"
The three of you headed into Al's room. I was dark, messy and smelled funny. There were a few articles of clothing littering the floor but nothing too bad.
Al set you on his bed and went into the washroom. He returned second later with bandages, and rub on medicine. He began wrapping up your knees which were badly scraped and your elbows. He noticed the huge gash on your forehead with small slivers of wood stuck in it.
"What the fuck?"
"Broom." you stated looking down. Al ground his teeth together but carried on. He had you change into one of his shirts so he could have Oliver wash the other one.
Once you were all patched up, Al brought you to his guest room. He carefully placed you on the bed. The cold sheets felt good against your skin. He pulled the covers up over you to your chin. You looked at him sleepily. Your (e/c) eyes half closed.
"Thank you Mr. Al."
"Drop the 'Mr.' kid. No need to be formal." he sighed exiting the room.
It was about 2:00am. You were wide awake and shaking. You just finished having another nightmare. They happened quite often for you. It was always about your father. It was horrid. You knew you couldn't take being alone right now.
You slid off the large bed and headed down the creepily dark hallway. You slowly opened the door to Al's room. The wooden door creaked slightly making Al shift in his sleep. You carefully made your way over to his bed, being cautious not to trip over anything.
"Al." you whispered. He didn't so much as stir. "Al!" you said a little louder this time. "Al!" you said in little louder than normal voice. His red eyes shot open and glared at you.
"What?" he growled. He looked over your shaking form and sighed irritably.
"I had a bad dream." you said sadly.
"And what do you want me to do about it?"
"C-can I sleep with you?"
"No." he said turning over.
"Please Al! I don't want to be alone!" you whimpered. He turned to face you. You had the best puppy dog face that you could muster plastered on your face.
He groaned in defeat. "Oh for fuck sakes. Fine!" he lifted up the blanket and you crawled in, snuggling closer to him.
"Thank you Al." you said happily hugging his neck.
"Whatever." he mumbled going back to sleep.