Whoever told you they have the worst life, obviously hasn't met me. I could be a little bit dramatic but let me give you a glimpse at my life and I'll let you decide. My name is Spencer Carlin and I have an older brother Glen who is an ass, if you couldn't tell by my tone. But God knows I still love him. I have a younger sister who can be a pain most days but some days we have this sisterly bond going on. Speaking of her, "Hey Kyla, are you reading over my shoulder again?" Guess we will continue on my life story later.
Kyla innocently slumped her shoulders and coyly stepped back, "No...why would I ever?" She grinned.
I set down my pen on my desk and shut my composition book, "Ha I always catch you red handed," I swiveled my chair around and hit my hands on my thighs, "So, what can I do for ya?" Which basically meant, why the hell are you in my room and what's the quickest way I can get you out of here.
Kyla sat on the edge of my bed, "I just...wanted to talk." Kyla's eyes lowered to the ground and she clenched her hands together. I could tell she wanted to talk about some new boyfriend problem she was having. Her and her boyfriend always had problems and I was always here to make her feel somewhat better about herself. I never understood why she continued to date this asshole who always made her feel so low.
I sighed and scooted my chair closer to Kyla, "Spill."
Kyla rolled her eyes, "Why am I always coming to you for help?"
I grinned. She always wanted to make some excuse when she came to me for advice, "Because I'm your big sis, and I'm older and definitely wiser. So spill." I made hand gestures to get her rolling with her story.
"So you know Aiden," Kyla pulled at her pants as she spoke softly.
"Of course I know your boyfriend," She always took forever to get to the point of her story.
"Well, he and I have been," Kyla looked up at me and gritted her teeth, "having sex andIknowyoudon'twanttohear that but we have been having sex." Kyla talked really quickly as if she was embarrassed by what she was saying.
I still did not see the point in the story and I wanted to get the picture of Aiden Dennison on top of my little sister out of my head...fast. "Yes? Is that all you wanted to tell me? Did that man whore give you some gross STD?" I chuckled waiting for Kyla's chuckle to follow. Although, it wasn't the chuckle I was expecting. It was a forced and scared chuckle, I soon began to freak, "What? Uhm don't tell me that little jock church boy gave you something---if he did. I'm going to kick his ass." I stood up on my chair and clenched my fists.
Kyla tugged my shirt back down and forced me to sit back in my chair. "No, no he didn't give me anything. I think I'm pregnant." Kyla diverted her eye contact from my shocked eyes to the floor. I wasn't sure if I heard her correctly, well I knew I heard her correctly, I just wasn't sure if I could process this. My sixteen year old sister was pregnant? This can't be happening. My mother is going to blame me somehow and I can't take the beating for that.
"Wait, you think...or you are?" Maybe she wasn't sure, please oh God please say she's not sure.
Kyla twirled her thumbs around, "I think, I'm two weeks late and the last couple times we had sex...we didn't have protection and I forgot to take my birth control last month..." Kyla's eyes were swelling up, I could see the fear in her eyes, the tears getting ready to make it's way out and onto her cheeks. I had to say or do something.
"Kyla, there's still a chance you're just late because your stressing. It happens to all of us. We will just go buy a home pregnancy test and well find out the truth." I sat next to Kyla on the bed and rubbed circles on her back, trying my best to soothe her.
Kyla stood up and started to pace around the room. She always frantically paced and mumbled to herself when she was nervous. She mumbled things that no one could understand, probably not even her. I let her pace around nervously mumbling for a good minute or so before I just lost it and shouted, "Kyla!"
She stopped in her tracks and shouted back, "You can't tell mom!" She gave me one of those deer in the head light looks.
"Like the hell I would. She'd kill me and say it was my fault I let you date that boy," she so would to. I'm the middle child, I always get blamed for pretty much everything. I just know if my mom or dad found out that Kyla may be pregnant, I might get knocked upside the head and be yelled at for the rest of my life.
"So, tomorrow after school want to go to the store with me?" Kyla said as she gripped the door handle to my room.
I snapped myself out of my thoughts, "You bet. I'll drive."
Kyla smiled, "Thanks...thanks for--"
I started to make a puking face, "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Don't go getting all mushy on me. Blah blah blah, I love you too." I grinned. I figured I'd throw in the normal big sister teasing to snap her out of her worrisome state.
I saw Kyla smirk and I knew I had did the trick, "You're such a bitch. Remind me why you're my sister?"
"Ohh I don't know, you don't have a choice in that matter. Now, get your skinny little ass out of my room!" I pointed towards the door and waited for her to walk out and shut it. Kyla slowly dragged her feet out the door and fake angrily slammed the door.
I finally found the effort to walk the two steps from my bed to my chair at my desk. I finally found my pen which was hidden under my composition book and opened my book. Where did I leave off? Oh right, so I have the worst life in the world right? Well maybe not in the world just in Los Angeles. So my father--- I roll my eyes and the sound of Glen beating on my door. At least he has the decency to knock--well bang at my door.
"What?!" I yelled in frustration. I didn't bother to shout come in, whoops. I hated when I heard loud bangs at my door, it gave me a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Of course he lets himself in anyways, "Hey lil sis, my hot new girlfriend is coming over tonight. So be nice and don't make too much noise because I want to take her and--" I so do not need to hear all these details, I think he does this just to make me irate.
"Ugh gross Glen. I don't need to know your fantasies. So what's this girls name?" I roll my eyes, I swear he has dated every girl in the school. I probably shouldn't have even bothered asking her name because they never last more than a week. But I always end up meeting the girls and making fun of Glen with them, so that's always a plus.
"Shit, I can't remember," At first I thought Glen was joking but he was in serious thought over this girls name.
"Oh my God, seriously Glen?" I shook my head in dismay. "What do girls even see in you?" I had to know, because he was defiantly a man whore who was nothing but an ass.
"Probably these boyish good looks. But sis, you have to do me this beyond huge favor. You have to answer the door when she comes in and find out her name. It kind of slipped. I'm dating like three other girls, I can't remember which hot one is coming over tonight. Please, please, please?" Glen pleaded with his eyes and begged on his knees. I knew he was an ass, but I always helped a sibling in need.
Before I agreed, I made sure to give him a good long eye roll, "Fine. I'll do you this favor, but then you owe me." I threw down my pen and threw my composition book into my desk drawer.
"She's supposed to be over in like ten minutes. Wait downstairs for her, please? Or else I know you won't hear that doorbell, deaf sister of mine. I'm going to go get a quick shower and get ready to--"
"Glen! Must you?" I stood up and said as I shoved him out of my bedroom.
"Yes, only because it makes you mad." Glen tapped me on the head and then jetted off to the shower.
I rolled my eyes yet again, and then slowly made my way down the stairs. I plopped on the couch and flicked on the television. I aimlessly flipped through the channel and just watched Mtv. I hated the TV shows that they played on there, but it was one of those hates where you just can't look away. No matter what appalling comments they make on that Mtv show Next, I kind of look forward to what quirky thing comes out of their mouth next.
So as I watched the show with my legs propped on the opposite side of the couch, I heard the doorbell rang. I looked outside of the window to see who it was. I figured it was Glen's new Barbie, so I opened up the door.
Damn, she was hot. I had the door in my hand and I couldn't manage words. This girl standing before me was taking my breath away, along with the English language and I am always good with words. This brunette bombshell stood before me with curly brown locks and blazing brown eyes. I could see her toned arm muscles in the cute vintage rock t shirt she was wearing. Her low rising hipsters fit her perfectly and made me want to jump this girl. I could see her belly button and a glimpse of those toned abs. Oh my God, what is Glen doing with this girl? I so want her.
"So are you going to let me in?" She said as she weaved her head out. I smiled, this girl has got attitude. I like it already. This is so not Glen's type, a girl with a personality.
"Oh, sorry. I was," admiring your perfect body, "but oh uhm come in, sorry." I was acting like some love sick puppy. Since when am I into girls? Oh right, duh Spencer you have been for like...since you can remember. What is this girl doing to me, I don't even know her name. Duh, that's the reason I'm down here in the first place.
"So you can sit on the couch with me. Glen's in the shower getting ready. Hi, I'm Spencer and you are?" I said as I plopped down on the couch trying to make her feel comfortable. I bet she'd feel real comfortable with my head between her---snap out of it. Figure out her name before you start having sex day dreams already.
"Hi, yeah I'm Ashley Davies," she said and I couldn't help but notice how she crinkled her cute little nose while she smiled. I thought and died and went to heaven when I saw that nose crinkle. She plopped down her purse on the coffee table in front of us and sat on the opposite side of the couch.
"So, I haven't seen you around school...you older or something?" Ashley said trying to make conversation, or maybe she was interested in me. She couldn't possibly be interested in me. She was interested in that asshole of a brother I have.
I smiled anyways and I turned towards her, "No, I go to this private school. My parents want me to be some like doctor and I always had the highest test scores blah blah blah, so they stuck me in this fancy prep school. While Glen and Kyla get to go to King High." I rolled my eyes at that thought.
Ashley smirked and let out a slight laugh, "Trust me, Hun you're not missing a damn thing." Did she just call me Hun? I really wish she meant it.
"Probably not, but this fancy prep school sucks. Loads of homework, bitchy ass girls, and guys who think they are God" I took the pillow sitting next to me and sat it on my lap. I just held it while I listened---well stared at Ashley Davies as she spoke.
"Yeah, boys. Sometimes they just make me want to switch teams, ya know?" Oh I certainly do know. And it would be really nice if you did switch teams Ashley Davies, please tell me this is your cruel way of flirting with me. Oh a girl can hope. Glen better get down here fast or I'm stealing this girlfriend of his away.
"Oh, I completely understand." I grinned at her then I caught my eyes wandering to her breasts, and then to her perfect abs.
"Spencer!" Glen yelled coming down the stairs, which startled me.
"Hey Glen...way to make Ashley wait forever for you," I had to emphasize Ashley for him. Hope Ashley didn't actually notice.
"Thanks sis, were you trying to steal this girl away from me too?" Glen playfully punched me on the shoulder. He will never live that down, just because one of his past girlfriends was gay and I kind of made out and had sex with her, doesn't mean I am going to steal every girlfriend away from him---well except this one too.
Ashley was giving Glen and me a confusing look. Glen of course had to explain, "Spence didn't try to feel you up or anything?"
"Glen, fuck off." I angrily glared at him.
"Well, my little sis over here is a big ole lesbian and decided to screw one of my last girlfriends, isn't that right sis?" Glen smiled as he wrapped his arms around Ashley. Like he was claiming property on Ashley but little does he know that arm wrapped around Ashley is going to be mine...in time.
"Whatever Glen," I rolled my eyes then looked at Ashley. Seeing that she was somewhat interested in the story, intrigued me. "Nice to meet you Ashley, I'll be in my room if you decide to need space away from this ass." I chuckled and then I stretched my arms in the air and yawned. I caught Ashley checking out my stomach along with the tattoo I had surrounding my belly button, score. Just want I wanted, stare all you'd like Miss Davies.
"Yeah, nice meeting you too..." Ashley said confused and trailed off. I ran up the stairs and resisted looking over my shoulder. I closed the door and plopped on my bed. I rested my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling fan. I let out a long sigh, man I haven't felt this way about a girl since...well since this one girl broke my heart. Whatever, it wasn't real love anyways, I think.
So I'm sitting in my room just day dreaming about all the things I'd like to do to Ashley. I'd really love to find out how soft her lips would feel pressed up against mine, I'd really love to feel her tongue massaging mine. I so need a cold shower right now. I could feel the warmth growing in my jeans. I dozed off and all of a sudden I was startled awake by a hand on my leg. I jumped up and pressed my hand against my chest, "Damn you scared me girl." I smiled knowing it was Ashley who made my heart skip a beat.
"Oh I'm sorry, were you sleeping? I shouldn't have---" Ashley said as she started to get off my bed and reach for the door.
I grabbed her arm, "No, no it's okay. What did you need?" I smiled as I slowly inched up against my head board.
Ashley slowly sat down the edge of my bed again, "Nothing I just needed time away from your brother. He's kind of--"
"An ass?" I smiled.
"I was going to say intense. But that works too." Ashley smiled.
"Yeah, no problem. You're always welcome on my bed." Whoops did I just let that slip? I meant to say in my room, not on my bed. But she really is welcome on my bed anytime especially if I was on top of her. And she was---stop. You're staring at Ashley with those goofy blue eyes of yours again.
Ashley smirked, "Thanks Carlin. Well, I told your brother I had to go to the bathroom. I think he's going to wonder why I've been gone so long. He might think you have stolen me away from him." Ashley grinned.
"He wouldn't mind." Dang, Spencer you really have got to stop flirting with her. You don't even know if this girl is gay, but a girl can hope. And the flirting thing, just kind of slips out. I don't think when she's around.
Ashley stood up and started walking towards the door, "I don't think I would either. Nice tattoo by the way, I'll have to show you mind later." Ashley winked at me as she left. Did she just flirt with me? That was definitely a flirt, it had to---it was. That hot brunette was totally coming on to me. Yup, that's it. I've got a crush on my brother's girlfriend. Did I mention to you how complicated my life gets?