The Darkest Hour || Kit and Ollie ||

Ollie had brilliant plans for the day. He was going to be epically productive, starting with a morning workout, cleaning up his bedroom which Kit had been muttering about for a fortnight as older brothers whose names are technically the one’s on the lease are want to do, then meet up with some of his friends for lunch and hit the pitch for a little practice before their next big match. His plans had all been going swimmingly right up until the first bit, where he managed all of three sit-ups before spying a comic book he’d been looking for for a week stuffed under his bed. “Cheeky bastard,” he said to the millionaire in the bat costume on the front cover, “think you could get away from me, didjya?” He’d been lying on the floor, in pre-sit-up position for twenty minutes reading through tales of the Dark Knight when Kit’s voice travelled through his door. He hadn’t even heard the doorbell, though that might have coincided with him stretching out his legs and accidentally knocking the leg of the bed with his bare foot and cursing like a sailor. “Yes, master!” he called back to Kit as he pushed himself up from the floor and grabbed a dirty pair of jeans off the pile of clothes that needed washing. It was that or answer the door in his pants because he was fresh out of clean clothes and shite, he was supposed to have put the washing on his to-do list for today as well. Ollie shrugged, pulling on his Appleby Arrows t-shirt and brushing his shaggy hair out of his eyes. There’d be plenty of time for doing the washing later.

He padded down the stairs in bare feet and jokingly moaned at Kit as he neared the main floor, “you’ll miss having me to boss around when I finally move out.” Ollie had no such plans in his future. He knew at some point he’d have to leave when one of them got serious with a partner but Echo was too young to be shacking up with a boyfriend just yet and the idea of it, while exciting, still made Ollie’s stomach do somersaults. Kit’s dating life was practically non-existent, so Ollie knew there wasn’t a chance that he’d be getting kicked to the walk anytime soon. Grabbing the knob, he turned and pulled the door open, surprised to see his sister standing on their stoop. “Hey!” he said excitedly. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Bollocks, we didn’t have plans did we? See, I’ve got this whole schedule of things I need to put off and you’d be just the perfect excuse…” He had turned and began walking toward the stairs, leaving the door open and expecting Sera to just follow inside as she often did when she came for a visit. “Kit’s in the kitchen BEING A LAZY ARSE” he explained, shouting the last bit so that Kit could hear, not that half-vampire hearing would have aloud him to miss it. “What brings you round?” he asked, turning his head slightly to catch Sera’s frame as he trudged up the stairs.

Ollie stepped out of the stairwell and trotted through the living room into the kitchen. “He never tells me anything,” he moaned of his brother, though it was obviously in jest. This was the first Ollie was even seeing of Kit this morning.

Sera said she needed to talk to them both and Ollie looked to Kit. “Uh oh,” he said in exaggerated apprehension. “Looks like we’re in trouble, brother. We’re getting a talking to.” He made a face at Sera as he snatched the box of cornflakes from Kit before he could put them away, and hopped up to sit on the counter. “If this is about that thing we left in your wardrobe,” he said, shoving a handful of dry cereal into his mouth and continuing to talk, “you should know it wasn’t us. That was totally Rom. I swear.” Ollie gave no indication whether he was joking about the thing in her wardrobe or being the ones who came up with the plot to put it there, or both. He moved his finger over his heart in a cross pattern then shoved his hand back into the cereal box for another handful.

Why wasn’t everyone laughing?! Were they committing to the bit or was this serious? Kit’s face looked serious, but that was just his face. He always looked serious. No, no this was a super serious face. Ollie was worried. And now there was talk of a father. Oh shit, this was real. Ollie’s brain was on the verge of exploding.

Sliding off the counter, Ollie stared at his sister. His pregnant sister! “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. He spoke clearer, to Sera, “do we say congratulations or…?” Was that insensitive? He wanted to be supportive since this was obviously not a joke. Well, not obvious at first, but obvious now because of the lack of laughter. What a way to start the day! "Have you told dad?"