I was sitting on my bed, moving my head to the beat of the song. Everything was nice and quiet until I heard a knock on my door. I took off my headphones and cleared my throat before saying, "Come in!" loud enough for whoever was behind the closed door.
The door opened and who stepped in was my little sister, Sasha. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't hate her or anything but sometimes…I don't want her to be in my room. But I can tell you that she is very beautiful.
She had dark brown hair that reached just below her shoulders, she was tall but yet short also, she had a nice skin ton with a bit of tan and her eyes…well, one eye is brown but her left eye- just to cut to the chase- she is blind from her left eye. But it really doesn't bother me at all. But it does bother those boys she meets. One time she fell in love with this guy but he turned her down so badly it made her cry for days.
"What do you want, Sasha?" I asked, putting on my right headphone.
"Well…I just wanted to talk to you."
"Why not Daniel? Is he busy or something?"
"No, he's out with his girlfriend."
"Oh right."
I forgot to mention my older brother now didn't I? Well, he has black spiky hair, brown chocolate eyes and he's tall. Tall that he's even taller than dad! Well, maybe not that tall since they're kind of both the same height but still!
"Hey, do you want to watch some TV racing?" Sasha asked, smiling.
I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, sure." I scoot over on m bed and tapped the empty space next to me. She came over and sat on my bed and I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, flipping to the racing channel.
"Oh, was there a race on TV last night?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"With Francesco Bernoulli?"
My heart leaped as she said his name. Whenever I see him on TV with his messy brown hair and sparkling brown eyes, I lose it. I sighed, trying not to think about him, and nodded.
"No."
"Oh, thank god!" I smile, putting my hands together. "I would of died if I missed his race!"
"Since you like him that much why don't you go to one of his races?"
I see Sasha starting to smirk and I bit my lip. "No…I mean, I would love to but I…" I looked down, bring my leg up a bit. "I want to like…be…with-"
"Be with him? I think you can."
I look at my sister like if I've seen a ghost floating in the middle of my room. "What? No, I can't!"
"Come on! Try to!"
"Sasha, we are 15 years apart! I'm only 23 and he's 38. And probably already has a kid and wife."
Sasha looked at me for a while before shrugging and looking at the TV. "Hmm…if you say so."
"Besides…I don't think dad would like that idea."
"But…" She looked back at me with a small smile. "You're his baby girl and he always supports you, doesn't he? And isn't there a chance that Francesco might be coming to Radiator Springs?"
Suddenly a idea came into my mind. We both stare at each other and giggled.
I nod and shrug my shoulders up. "I think I have a great idea." I say, looking out the window. "And I think it will work."