Jade decided that after John had played such a piece, she would learn to play the piano too. The next few days, Jade decided to practice while John wasn't looking. Whenever John went to Rose's house to "hang out" (Jade really knew that they were having sloppy makeout sessions in secret. But of course, John would never expect his innocent sister to know that.) She tried to pretend that it didn't make her jealous, that it didn't hurt her.
She sleeps alone now. The close proximity, the hot breaths that warmed her to the touch on cold nights was too much for her. John was clueless, shrugging. He thought nothing of it. Jade sleeps in the guest room, meant for strangers. John stayed in his own room, growing distant than ever. John doesn't know that Jade sometimes cries herself to sleep. He doesn't know that she curls up in the fetal position, hoping that one day that her brother would at least notice her. He doesn't know that she screams into her pillow, wishing that she didn't harbor those kinds of feelings for him.
John spends his most of his time on the internet pestering Rose. The clicks of his keyboard haunted her. And Rose wasn't her enemy. Rose wasn't her rival. Rose was her friend. that just happened to be her brothers girlfriend. And Jade couldn't blame John. Rose was slim and elegant, and her appearance wasn't bad either. (Oh who was she kidding, Rose was gorgeous. Her lips were always a dark color, and her pale skin was smooth. How could John not like Rose?) She was one of Rose's friends, no, one of Rose's best friends.