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Isabel.

My voice is very strained and angry.

"Leave."

His hole frame froze. It was like he didn't get the message. That I want him to leave. Right now.

"Leave", I repeat. He moves, but it isn't quick enough for me. With a voice I didn't even know I posses, high pitched and on the edge of breaking, I say: "Leave! Get out!" Michael scramble to his feet, still his eyes on me. He gets out of my room. After he's out of my door, I thrust myself into my bed again. Warmth from his body is still in it along with his scent that drills itself into my nostrils. I want to cry, but even though I'm very upset, I'm not hurt in a way so that I can cry. Forever the Ice Queen. It's weird that even though I told Michael to get out, he's actually the person I want to hold me right now. The dream have awoken a desire in me. His desire. It is Michael that want it. Not me. It can't be me. I was dream-walking him. He dreamt it not me. Yet I am so smitten with his dream.

Fucking raging hormones.

Michael.

I grab my shoes and jacket, rushing so fast out of the house, that I don't even take my time to get all of it on. On my way out, I meet a very confused Mrs. Evans, carrying her groceries from her morning shopping. Her expression is very surprised, with her eyebrows very high and her mouth a little open. I don't even say hello, too distressed and confused to remember how. I get to a nearby park where I put on my shoes and jacket. I sit there, the sun in my eyes, the remains of the morning dew soaking my trousers as I sit on the curb. My hands clasp at my hair, trying to lead my attention away from the whole situation. It's so bothersome. I really don't want to deal with all of this. Then the thought of Maria come to thought. Fuck! I don't even know if I want anything with her. I mean she's beautiful and, well, sweet… sometimes. She's a great kisser. And, um…

No matter how long I spend time at the curb thinking of the good things about Maria, there weren't as many as I meant there should be. Besides the memory of Izzys sweet lips is always forcing its way inside my head. They weren't as big as Marias, but still plum and big. I have seen her without make-up before. I don't know why she wears lipstick. Her lips have a natural red colour. Her hair always sits nice, perfect and golden.

Daydreaming about Isabel didn't exactly make everything better. Not to mention that I feel like a pervert! Thinking of Isabel like this, when she's probably my sister. That's disgusting. That's… taboo.

I get up. Can't stand sitting and thinking much more of her. I start walking down the driveway and just keep going. Wandering without a purpose. Then sun is hot and it dries me out. I stop by a tank station to get something to drink before I dehydrate. Is it just the heat, or is she making me hot? Oh, God I need to get this out of my system. I walk into the tank station, buy a bottle of Snapple. As I open it I notice a car, a Chevrolet Prizm. The only reason I notice it is because there's a guy in jacket and a tie wearing sunglasses who pretends to read the newspaper. Then he looks up and meets my eyes. Oh, great. An agent. Just what I needed to make my day perfect. I look away, and pretend to look across the road. He pretends to read an interesting article, avoiding my presence. I walk my way back home. The bottle of Snapple is gone. I open my fridge and reach in for a new one, noticing something slightly different about my refrigerator. Something blinks back from my jar of random stuff. It can't possibly be a coincidence. I pretend to clean my room and then clean my jar. I take out a camera. What the hell is a camera doing in my jar? It's not mine, and I don't think that it's any of my friends'. I disconnect a wire, and the light stops blinking. And then an idea popped into my head.

Why was I so stupid? Why hadn't I talked to Max yet? Oh yes, that wouldn't be so great if he found out. Right now I was sneaking in through Max's window to get inside Isabel's room. Very hazardous, I'll admit. When I had planted the camera, I took my time walking around her room. The whole family were united in the living room, watching some feel-good movies probably, or playing board games. I looked through her drawers. So this is what she wears to bed. Sure wasn't much. Not that I wouldn't mind her… Oh get over it, Guerrin. Like it isn't bad enough planting a camera in her room. Now you have to over-fantasize about your own sister? Now that's just disgusting, you know. I grab one of her panties before I get out of there. I sneak around the living rooms' window, peaking in to find Isabel in a very sour mood. It isn't always she's angry, but this time, she had that kind of face, like she's contemplating while being angry. And that is the worst mood you can get her in, I think. I shrug and sneak back to my apartment as it starts to rain. First it started raining with little drops of water, that wouldn't get you wet. But then it rained so much, that all of my clothes were drenched before I even got home. But when I got home, a surprise waited for me. Maria, standing by that red door at which we had kissed a thousand times. She shivers and send me a weak smile.

"Hi, Michael." I feel like a true bastard when I just brush past her, like she was air to me. I mouth quickly that I am wet and don't have time for her right now. When I close the door I can hear her silent sobs. Great, just to add it to the bowl of chaos. I pulled out Isabel's underwear, tugging at it. I wouldn't let this infatuation take completely control over me, so I wouldn't turn on my TV to watch her, assuming that the movie or whatever family thing is done now. I let my clothes drop in a heap at the end of my bed as I almost unconscious hit my pillow with my head.

My family had dragged us all together to watch some lame dumb ass movie. Not that it was particularly dumb, it was just perhaps the fact that last time I had been watching a movie, it had been with Michael. My mind is always churning around him, and it annoys me. When the movie is done, I can finally leave without seeming suspicious to anyone. I couldn't even fake a headache without my parents being worried. I get up and let my clothes fall in a heap, too tired to even bother getting it in the right place. I feel dizzy and I drop down in my bed, pulling my duvet all the way over my head. As I sunk into unconsciousness, pictures of… no, not a dream, and well not quite a wish were taking place in my head. If I was awake, I would so gasp right now.

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