Secrets

Storm

I watch as Quinn leaves, turning I glare at Asher. I don't understand why he had to come in and act like an idiot! It just annoys me every time he does it.

"Why are you here?" I ask annoyed.

"You really like him, don't you little sis?" Asher asks.

"Ash, I'm not in the mood for your games," I say as I walk towards the door to leave, his hand grips mine and stops me.

"Sorry, sis, I'll try not to be a prick," he grins, and I groan.

"It's not in your nature to be normal, Ash," I mutter, and he nods. He sits and leans back in the chair.

"He can draw, right?" He asks, and I nod. "Then show him to the art studio, let him know he can go in there and use it any time he wants," Asher explains.

"That's yours and Dad's space." It's the place they go to when they want to forget about their titles and the expectations put on them.

"I've spoken to Dad; he agreed he could use the room. It might help him," he shrugs slightly. Sorry for joking and being a prick. Dad explained things to me, so why