Chapter 2

So I woke up on this Monday and Dess was still sleeping. I shook her until she finally opened her eyes.

"WHAT?" she said angrily

"School, Desiree. School" I said patiently.

"UGH, fine…"

She went in the closet, took some things and finally went into the shower. I took mine, and went to the other bathroom.

I was eating breakfast, the usual, cereal and milk. And finally, after a thousand years, Dess walked into the kitchen. But I dropped my spoon. What the heck does she think she's wearing, pumps and short shorts and a tank. A short tank; you could perfectly see her navel. What's wrong with her?

"You can't wear that" I said firmly.

"You can't tell me what to do Phoebe. I can wear what I want!" she shouted.

"Look, Dess, I know mom is at work now, but I'm in charge when she's not here so I suggest you just go upstairs and wear something decent. Maybe a sweater? Longer shorts? A pair of pants? A T-shirt?" I said, more like begging.

"You were nicer when you were a sophomore." She said with a glare as she grumbled her way upstairs. See what I mean about the attitude? And the talking back thing? That's not her, definitely not her. Not Desiree. Well, more like not the Desiree I used to know..

In the car, it was so awkward so I turned on the radio, and Young Forever was playing. Have I mentioned that I love that song? Anyways, it was playing and Des lowered the volume, she said, "I'm sorry" while looking down. I was kinda taken back. I said "errr.. that's okay little sis." And then awkward silence.. Then laughter. We were laughing, and then she put the volume on 6 and we started singing..

The bell rang just as we entered through the doors. I tried to open up a conversation.

"So…… did you do her homework?"

She laughed. "Oh Phoebe, you sound more like mom everyday!"

We laughed together. Then suddenly Alexander Michaels looked at us and was walking towards us.

"Oh my gosh Phoebe, Oh my gosh!" panted Des. "What do I freakin do?"

"Ew. You like Alex?" I said making a face. Then suddenly, like a little light bulb, I realized something. So that's why her favorite letter is A. In a little heart. The backs of her notebook, her book covers, her palm. Then, I made a face again. Ew. I can't have a picture in my mind with my bestfriend's little brother dating my little sister. My thoughts were interrupted by an exchange of hello's.

"Hey Alexander" I said. Awkwardly. My sister was staring at me with a puppy dog face. Oh no. Alex cleared his throat.

"Alex" he corrected.

"sure," I said. "what do you want?" He handed me an invitation. A party invitation. From Erin! My BFF in the world.

"bye" he said and then walked away. My sister was looking at me with that love struck face. Like an I-will-marry-you-someday face. And then I looked at Alex. He was wearing his plain shirt, his sweatpants, his Nike shoes. Then I looked at my sister, a T-shirt, decent shorts, and gladiator sandals. Then I pictured the two of them together, And once again. Ew.