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FT: [color=a22d2e]Sofia Belmonte[/color], [color=2da2a1]Ricky Osso[/color],
[color=c0f9fd]Anthony "Oz" Osso[/color], [color=7164c6]Sienna "Sissy” Osso[/color], 
[color=c12d67]Clarissa "Clari" Callahan[/color], [color=a30382]Robert "Bobby" Osso[/color][/b][/sub][/right]
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[indent][indent]The Osso house was never silent, always filled with people, business and parties. The children liked to think it was because their father hated silence and being alone. Realistically it was just because he didn’t have a choice but to put up with the cards he was dealt.

Vincent’s own father was naught but a humble watchmaker. He barely spoke English and he struggled to avoid the temptation of joining a Mafia family when he immigrated to New York City from Sicily but by some miracle he did indeed do it. Vincent was the first Osso born on American soil. He was a big kid, physically imposing and with a face only his mother could love. Yet Vin wasn’t just muscle, he had brains and a penchant for numbers. When he graduated high school, he immediately got a job working for an insurance company. Fast forward to the present day, Vincent now owned that company and was the premier insurance broker in New England.

Pretty Ricky Osso crept through the house as silently as possible which in itself was difficult when literally all of his siblings were in and around the place on this particular day. Clari was in the garden playing with her kids, he could hear Oz, who moved like he was three sizes bigger than he actually was, moving towards their fathers office because he likely had just finished some deal that their patriarch had to sign to seal and deliver. Bobby was lying down on the couch trying to have a nap, brave man and Sienna, well he didn’t know where she was but she was around, she was a ninja.

The Osso siblings were both nothing and everything like each other. Robert was the oldest, a quiet and reserved man with such anger inside of him. He had spent years over in Iraq and still carries those days on his person line a scarf or a noose. He ran his own private security firm. Clarissa taught eighth grade; she was two years younger than Bobby and was the most like their father, at least emotionally. She was level headed and empathetic and shared his love of numbers. She married Andrew Callahan and has two beautiful kids. Sienna was an interesting creature. She also worked for her dad but it was mostly a means to an end. She didn’t show herself a lot, physically or emotionally. There had been an incident in childhood that detached her from the rest of the world. It was really sad. Though she had recently started dating a girl, Astrid, Ricky worried now long it would last. Anthony, where to even start. He was a vibe man. He spent most of his waking hours thrashing his guitar or playing DnD, that’s when he wasn’t brokering deals for his father or hanging out with his wife whom he married the day after their high school graduation. Yeah, the Ossos were an interesting family. 

Then of course there was Richard, the youngest, the baby. Ricky was born with cleidocranial dysplasia which in its simplest form meant that his bones were fucked when he was born. He was lucky in that he wasn’t massively affected by it beyond needing braces for a good chunk of his life so far and that he was quite malleable. Oz and his friend Clay always had a fun time shoving Ricky into air vents. It was a thing. He struggled to make his own friends save one, whom he was also madly in love with; Sofia Belmonte-Morelli. He didn’t understand why she liked him or why she hung around with him but by God she did and he wasn’t going to question it. Just like he didn’t question the fact she turned up at his doorstep the other night when she was supposed to be in New York with her Dad and was now camped out in his bedroom. 

Ricky’s basement bedroom was a den of geekdom. His walls were adorned with a wide range of posters ranging from the latest Marvel release to the incredibly sexy poster of the Hex Girls (God he loved the Hex Girls, Rawr) and every 80s movie ever. Best decade, don’t even @ him. Need more stuff here.

Laying on Ricky’s [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d6/ec/32/d6ec32b55c9fa18b69a4c18e04ae85a0.jpg]customized[/url] DnD rug, her crop top unintentionally too high for others comfort, showing her thin, soft stomach and a little underboob, Sofi stared at the ceiling, straight at Ricky’s freakishly large poster of Faye Valentine. What a nerd. She [url=https://imgur.com/4s07z47]wore[/url] ripped jean shorts and a black and white plaid long sleeve shirt along with that crop top. It was clear Cat’s eldest daughter had no qualms showing off her body and it showed as she laid on the ground looking aimlessly at the anime woman’s face. Body. Butt. Boob.

Six hours since she last ate, a PB&J sandwich to be exact. She was getting hungry again. Two nights since she'd been here, at Ricky’s, camping in his bedroom. It really didn’t take much for her dad to let her do what she wanted. He’d rather drop her off somewhere and say ‘don’t tell your mother’ than actually convince her to go to New York with him. Four days since she last smoked. The night when her mom and dad had a good ol’ sit down to divulge information Sofi already expected in the most impersonal way because Belmontes sucked when it came to emotions. Shortly after, Sofi was quick to get some [i]pizza[/i] and go to the makeshift skatepark at Lyon’s. And last but not least, a millisecond since she thought about her mother crying alone in her bedroom.

With her sound cancelling headphones on, listening to American Pie by Don McLean, Sofi’s expression was dull and distant, as she blocked out the past few months of her parents fighting and her siblings going through their ups and downs of the impending doom called ‘divorce’. She promised them when they came back they’d watched Stand By Me. While that film was sad as fuck, that was a movie she and her siblings found comfort in. Nostalgic. Something their mother introduced to them, way back when, when she wasn’t drowning. 

Speaking of her mother, if Cat knew that she yeeted from her father’s car just so she didn’t have to leave Edenridge, her mother would [i]flip[/i] the fuck out. But, it was Sofi’s philosophy to ask for forgiveness, not permission. It was the best way to live, especially because she knew deep down, her mother trusted her. Sure, Sofi frequented the southside more than she probably should’ve and meddled in other people’s affairs because she liked knowing things, but that didn’t change she knew how to get herself out of trouble. She knew how to take care of herself. She was a goddamn Belmonte! She had papa Taz on her side. 

More importantly though, she wasn’t failing. Not like Dani. Her grades were good. She kept to herself. Didn’t get into fights. No, all she did was hang with the burners, punks, and skater kids. Sure, she gave up on soccer when Charlie shot her but ‘ey, you win some, you lose some. She was young. She didn’t need to have it all figured out. She had her whole life ahead of her. The only thing that would stop that is if she died! Which was likely in this town, but doesn’t that just make life more exciting? The more aware of your mortality that you are, the more intense every other aspect in your life becomes. That’s what she thought, at least, even if the weed and her innate numbness since that day on the field caused her to be unamused by most things. Passionless. 

Maybe that’s why she got with the skaters. Learning how to board gave her a sense of freedom in being bold without putting on a front on a field, kicking a ball. She didn’t have to pretend when she was with those that most people in her year called delinquents. She could be herself. Well to a degree. Sofia still wasn’t openly vulnerable with those kids and maybe that’s why she was here with Ricky, her childhood friend, listening to music and hiding out. Only he really got to see sides in her she wasn’t comfortable with showing anyone else. She didn’t know why but with Ricky, things just felt natural. He was a hearth that kept her warm when everywhere else was downpouring and cold. [color=a22d2e]“We were singing, bye-bye Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry…”[/color] The girl with a form like a supermodel absentmindedly sang, all the while looking up in a daze.

Opening the door to the basement, Ricky stopped in his tracks and dropped his brown paper bag of snacks onto the floor when his eyes gazed upon the lithe, barely covered form of his childhood friend. Sofia made a room fall silent when she walked in and caused people to freeze in awe, Ricky included. He had always been adamant whenever asked that the beautiful Italian was not his girlfriend. Why he denied this was beyond any reason.  What self respecting sixteen year old boy worth any salt would deny that the most sought after, most beautiful and most desired girl in his class was not his girlfriend? Ricky Osso apparently.

[color=2da2a1]“Oh shitsticks!”[/color]

He looked down at the collapsed bag of goodies and began to hurriedly pick them up off the floor whilst still catching grief glimpses of Sofi’s perfect skin. Pushing everything back down onto the bag, he listened to her sing before sitting down on the bed that stood next to her. He loved her voice. With his brace filled little grin he placed the bag down next to her.

[color=2da2a1]“Il cibo è qui.”[/color]

[color=a22d2e]“Bitchin’.”[/color] Sofia pushed herself up and at the same, shifted her headphones to her neck. Retrieving the bag, she peeked into it and smiled when she saw a Dolly’s burger wrapped in wax food paper, a ball of foil which she assumed was where her fries were, and an assortment of snacks she liked from the corner store, like beef jerky, nerds, sno balls, ring pops, and hershey kisses. 

For someone as dainty as Sofia, she could eat. She was quick to go for the burger, gingerly unwrapping it before taking a deep bite into it. She gave a sigh of pleasure. So good. Dolly’s wasn’t only good for their breakfast, no, their burgers were charred goodness and they had their own special sauce. [i]Yum[/i]. She closed her eyes savouring the flavour, as if she hadn’t eaten in days (it had only been hours since the last time Ricky fed her). When she swallowed she looked up at Ricky, her alluring gaze meeting his eyes. Her eyelashes had such tiny flutters, showing that beneath that tough exterior was a soft and gentle heart, an enchanting soul. [color=a22d2e]“What we doing tonight, bud?”[/color] She airly asked before going in on the good burger once more.  

Was it weird he could watch her eat?

It was weird.

Pretty Ricky was weird.

He was ok with it.

Looking at Sofi as he placed his chin in his hands and rested his elbow on his lap. [color=2da2a1]“Well that big storm is coming in fast so people are expecting the power to go out at some point,”[/color] He began. [color=2da2a1]“So I hooked up a spare power unit to the basement meaning we can still stream down here.”[/color]  The young Osso was very technically gifted and had a knack for building things, especially electronics. There was never any question that Ricky was a bit of a dork. He lived his truth, he didn’t care who knew about it. He had two people to thank for that. He had Oz, his big brother, who was so unashamedly him that it was inspiring. And there was Oz’s friend Clayton. Ricky loved Clay. He was so cool, so effortlessly charming but he was an absolute dingus. He was the rare instance of a Foundling not caring about their status. He hung around with the weirdos and the freaks and was proud to do so. Clay was awesome.

[color=2da2a1]“So I’m thinking of either The Toxic Avenger or Police Academy for our movie choice. We could do a speedrun of Crash Bandicoot and then maybe, if you wanted, if the storm gets real bad we can go out in it? Try and catch lightning in a bottle,”[/color] He giggled a little as he joked with her. He had such a sweet little laugh. [color=2da2a1]“Whatever you want really.”[/color]

Chewing slowly, Sofi listened to her friend list the things they could do and smiled. She remembered way back when her and her siblings were playing Ms. Pac-Man on their uncle’s Nintendo 64. They were struggling on one of the levels and their mom came to check up on them. It was way past their bedtime. Instead of telling them to turn off the game and go to sleep, Cat joined them and beat the level. She proceeded to stay up all night with her kids playing video games. It’s been so long since her mother did something like that. She missed her. She missed her mom. Not right now, of course! Because her mom would kill her for hiding out in the Osso estate, but just how she used to hang and enjoy being a kid with them. [color=a22d2e]“That all sounds great, Rick,”[/color] Sofi softly responded before pensively finishing her burger. 

Some days it was harder to keep the bad out. There was a lot of bad happening in the Belmonte family and maybe that’s why she so desperately needed to be in the presence of someone who distracted her. Her friend. 

[color=2da2a1]“You know, Sofi…”[/color] Ricky began. [color=2da2a1]“We haven’t really talked about what’s going on with your family. Like I know, it’s not something that you want to talk about necessarily but it might help.”[/color] Immediately the curly haired boy raised his hands in defensive mode. [color=2da2a1]“No pressure or anything just know that….that…”[/color] The youngest Osso paused as his eyes moved from his stunning friend to his old basement door. His glare widened as he realised that the door was ajar. [color=2da2a1]“Oh shitsticks.”[/color] He had been far too distracted upon entry when he saw his supermodel best friend half naked and trying to grab all the falling goodies that he neglected to close it. 

[color=2da2a1]“Oh fuck.”[/color]

Like John Wick in slow motion, Ricky dove towards the door, sliding across his DWS bedsheets towards the timber wood. Before he could reach it, unfortunately, it swung open hard and in stepped his older brother, Oz.

[color=c0f9fd]“Well well,”[/color] Ozzy grinned from ear to ear as he looked upon the scene of his baby brother with a hot girl in his room. Of course as an older brother it was his duty to rip Pretty Ricky a new one. [color=c0f9fd]“Hi Sofi.”[/color] The heavy metal man playfully waved at the young Belmonte as he spoke in a lighter, teasing tone. He shifted his attention to his brother and placed his hands on his hips. [color=c0f9fd]“Richard, do you know how much trouble you’re in young man!”[/color] He did his best impression of his father. [color=c0f9fd]“But no seriously, you two need to get the fuck outta dodge. Don’t ask me how big Bobby knows you’re here. You gotta run muchachos.”[/color]

Letting out a loud belch, Sofia chuckled, [color=a22d2e]“‘Cuse me,”[/color] before grabbing her bag of goodies and standing up. Damn. Things were fun while they lasted. Time to pay the piper. Her mom was going to ground her until school started, likely. Damn. This is what she gets for being a rebel without a cause.

It didn’t take long before the door opened again but this time the steps were barely audible. Coming from behind Oz, Sissy lifted a second bag of goodies, [color=7164c6]“Your girlfriend told me she was dying, so I went to the store.”[/color] Sienna's blank gaze went from her little brother to the most beautiful girl in his year,  [color=7164c6]“How you did it, I don’t know.”[/color]

As an automatic response the two children in the room quickly countered:

[color=a22d2e]“I’m not his girlfriend.”[/color] [color=2da2a1]“She’s not my girlfriend.”[/color]

Ozzy turned to look at his older sister and then back at the quickening redder face of Ricky. [color=c0f9fd]“Come on, Sienna you know why. We Ossos got these raw animalistic sexual magnetism. I mean, how else do you explain this?”[/color] He pointed to the kids and then to his own face. [color=c0f9fd]“My hot wife. Your crazy hot French girlfriend and Clari’s husband who, if I were gay I would totally let rail me? It’s a gift we have.”[/color]

Rick collapsed onto the bed backwards, placing his head in his hands in sheer embarrassment but only for a moment before springing up to his feet and picking up Sofi’s bags. [color=2da2a1]“We’ll figure this out. You don’t have to go home but we do have to go now before…”[/color]

[color=c12d67]“Riiiiiickyyyy!”[/color] Clari, the second eldest of the crew, came down holding a white laundry basket, [color=c12d67]“Ma is hanging out with the babies so I thought I’d do some laundry. Oh! I also got you something since you like that cowboy… bepop? Show. Yes. You needed new undies anyways, so look at these! Cute horses and lassos!”[/color] Clari reached the bottom of the stairs and with her free hand she held brand spankin’ new cowboy boxers. A set of four! Only for her smiley face to turn into shock immediately when she saw the crowd, [color=c12d67]“W-what’s going on here? Does Bobby know?”[/color] Scurrying, Clari put the basket down and placed the new boxers on top of Ricky’s dresser before crossing her arms, [color=c12d67]“Please tell me Cat knows.”[/color]

Frozen, Ricky looked at Sofia, who as usual was impossible to read. The embarrassment. Not only was Clari buying him underwear but she still got the wrong ones! [color=2da2a1]“I…err…well the funny thing about that Clarissa is….”[/color] Hanging his head in defeat. This was one battle royale he wasn’t going to win. [color=2da2a1]“No she doesn’t know. Please, Sofi just needs some space. Things aren’t really good right now, she has nowhere else to…go.”[/color] There it was. The booming, thunderous footsteps. All four Osso children were stiff as nails as the hulking figure descended down the basement stairs. It was like one of the 80’s horror movies that Ricky and Sofia loved so much. The survivors were held up in the basement as the killer stalked them, ready to rip out their guts and turn them into neck ties. 

From behind Sissy, the large looming figure stood silent. Bobby was of average height but his body was built compactly. He was thick and muscular and was currently in a plain black t-shirt that really showed off that he could probably kill someone with only one hand. His pale blue eyes moved around the room between his four younger siblings and their unannounced guest. [color=a30382]“Sofia,”[/color] He bowed his head in welcoming. [color=a30382]“It’s nice to see you. I was under the impression you were in New York.”[/color]

Ricky took a very small step forward, his siblings eyes screaming at him to not do it. [color=2da2a1]“Well Robert…”[/color] 

Bobby raised a single finger and Ricky slunk backwards. [color=a30382]“I’m sorry things aren’t great with your family right now, I really am but you need to go home. Your mother will be mad but more relieved you’re ok. Ricky, you take her home. Now. And make sure you apologise to Caterina. You too, Sofia. Am I making myself clear?”[/color]

Bobby was a kink if Sofi ever did see one. A lot of girls in her year would be into that commander vibe, for sure. [color=a22d2e]“Yes, sir,”[/color] The Belmonte girl obediently responded, never one to start shit while being a guest, unwelcome or not, in their house. As rebellious as Sofi is, she still respected her elders, and she especially respected the Osso family who her grandpa was extremely tight with. Another reason why this was the best house to hide at. Her mom loved the Ossos, they were practically family. 

Sissy was the only Osso that was unfazed by the hulking presence of Bobby. She glanced at her siblings and could see their body language and how much it spoke volumes. Clari, with her crossed arms, hugging herself and fidgeting with her shirt. Oz’s hands were at his side, but his fingers moved, subtly but a lot. Ricky was sweating like a sinner in church, all the heat in his body rushed to his face. Her deep brown eyes fell on Sofia, who reminded her a lot of how she used to be. Before the accident. Someone who hid everything behind a mask. She could only hope that Sofi never had to experience her mask becoming real and all she knew. 

Approaching Ricky’s ‘friend’, Sissy lifted her hand with the bag of goodies, chips and other things Sofi requested, [color=7164c6]“Remember what we talked about and you should be okay. Promise.”[/color] While Sissy couldn’t feel like the rest of her siblings, she saw and read a person like a book and right now, Sofi might look okay but she certainly wasn’t. At the end of the day, the biggest thing she needed right now was her mother. Sofia needed to be honest with her.

When Sofi nodded and took the bag, Sissy went to her little brother and ruffled his hair, [color=7164c6]“Next time, you idiots should just ask.”[/color]

[color=c12d67]“Do you want me to take them, Bobby?”[/color] Clari asked, wondering if her presence would soften the blow for Sofia, seeing how Cat adored Clari like a little sister. 

[color=a30382]“No,”[/color] Bobby looked towards his sister. [color=a30382]“Ricky’s mess. Ricky clears it up. Now get out of here and make sure you’re both home before this storm hits.”[/color] The eldest Osso turned and began to make his way back up the stairs.

Oz sighed in relief and a big smile crossed his face as he could finally breathe. [color=c0f9fd]“Honestly, do you think he was born like that or did Mom and Dad offer him up to science as a baby?”[/color]

[color=a30382]“I heard that.”[/color]

Ricky made his way over to Sofia and gingerly placed his hand on her shoulder. [color=2da2a1]“I’m sorry, guess we better make a move.”[/color]

[color=a22d2e]“No you’re fine,”[/color] Sofie comforted, grabbing her other bag of goodies, accepting the Osso offerings of snacks (seeing how her mother limited her junk intake, for a good reason too). Looking at Ricky’s older siblings, minus the patriarch who was already on his next mission, Sofi apologized, [color=a22d2e]“Sorry for coming unannounced. I just… don’t like my dad right now. Thanks for sorta hosting me? Or well, thank you for just dealing with my bullshit. Don’t be too hard on Ricky — this one is all on me.”[/color]

Frowning at the politeness of Cat’s daughter, Clari’s motherly instincts went off. Quickly, she pulled the girl into a tender hug. [color=c12d67]“That’s for you,”[/color] tightening her embrace, letting it linger, the eighth grade teacher whispered, [color=c12d67]“And that’s for your mother. Please let us know if you need anything.”[/color]

[color=7164c6]“With reason, of course. Like no sneaky shit,”[/color] Sissy added, watching Clari release the young girl who had melted in the older woman’s arms. Belmontes weren’t usually huggers but if you were considered family, like the Ossos were, hugging was something that came naturally. At least with everyone that wasn’t Taz. Taz just sucked at intimacy.

[color=c0f9fd]“All I’m saying is that jumping out of a moving car to run off with my little brother, it’s pretty fucking metal,”[/color] Oz gave Sofi a fist bump to the shoulder. As he turned to leave, the rocker nearly was knocked over by the rampaging dog that had just charged in and jumped onto Ricky’s bed. [color=c0f9fd]“Oh and take this fucking dog out, save Mom a job so she doesn’t get caught in the weather. Catch you on the flip side my little nuggets.”[/color] Doing his best Fonzy impersonation, Oz ascended the stairs. He was going to be late back to work now for sure.

Ricky stroked the chunky Beagle that the kids had bought for their mother last Christmas and then looked back at Sofi. [color=2da2a1]“Guess our party has gone up by one? Isn’t that right Nduja? Who's a good girl? Who's the bestest girl?”[/color]

[color=c12d67]“Don’t forget your umbrella!”[/color] Clari exclaimed, almost frantic to find it for him. Unable to rush around the room to search for it, Clari was immediately noped and grabbed by Sissy, who proceeded to pull the only mother of the Osso Five upstairs. [color=c12d67]“Wait, I just want to make sure—”[/color]

[color=7164c6]“—They’ll be fine. Six years of you being a mother and it gets worse. Where are the little rascals anyways?”[/color] The voices of Ricky’s older sisters grew more and more distant by the second before once again Sofia and Ricky were left alone.

Swaying the bags in both her hands, Sofi’s headset faintly playing Faithfully by her favorite band, Journey, she glanced over at her friend, the embarrassment finally taking surface on her face with them being left alone now, [color=a22d2e]“Guess we should skedaddle…”[/color] She softly offered. Pouting, she glanced at her converse shoes and mumbled at the boy getting dog kisses, [color=a22d2e]“Sorry, Ricky.”[/color]

[color=2da2a1]“It’s ok,”[/color] Ricky scratched the top of the dogs head with one hand whilst placing his other softly onto Sofi’s arm. [color=2da2a1]“What are friends for?”[/color] he let out that soft childlike giggle of his again. He moved away from the pooch and the girl of his dreams to grab her clothing bag. [color=2da2a1]“Can’t forget this!”[/color] He slung it over his shoulder and then picked up the dog's lead. His smiling face soon faded away as the realisation set in that Sofi was leaving him. Not forever of course but having her in his room with him, just the two of them away from the world for a change…well it was nice. Perfect even. [color=2da2a1]“Let’s get outta here.”[/color]

Dread washed over Sofia Belmonte (screw Morelli, once the divorce was finalized she was changing her name). The nerves turned in her stomach and went straight to her chest and throat. 

Her mom was going to kill her.

Absolutely murder her.

[color=a22d2e]“Yeah, sure,”[/color] she vocalized through all the anxiety.

Goodbye, Ricky.

This was the end.
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