"Courtney, are you waiting for him to call you?" Heather asked. I looked back at her disapproving face. The look that she's basically giving to me all the time.

"No..." I trail off still staring at my phone. Heather rolls her eyes and gets back to the magazine she is reading.

"Didn't you just meet him, like yesterday?" She asks, not looking up from her magazine. I nod slowly and she groans. "Why are you being so desperate? What happened to the confident Courtney? The Courtney who's my best friend!"

"Heather, It's a college guy. Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same." She thought for a moment.

"Well, maybe I would, but I wouldn't do it in front of my best friend. I'm losing respect for you." She said, crossing her arms and huffing. I rolled my eyes, got up, and knocked her off the bed. "Alright. It's back." She says from the ground.

"Have a nice trip, Heather?" She glares at me.

"And it's gone again." She says and sits on my bed again.

"What are you reading?" I ask picking up her magazine. "'How to cure lovesickness' why are you reading this? Wait a minute... Dammit Heather. I'm fine. I'm just waiting for him to call."

"Exactly." She says and takes my phone.

"What the hell. He's gonna call soon." I growled. Heather sneered, but calmed down.

"Courtney. My Dearest, Courtney. My best friend, Courtney." Then she puts her angry face back on. "COURTNEY GRACE BROOKES! HE IS NOT GOING TO CALL YOU! YOU JUST MET HIM YESTERDAY!" She screams.

"Shut the fuck up, Heather." My older brother calls from downstairs.

"Watch you language, Devin." My mother calls.

"EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP!" I yell throughout the house. I could have sworn I heard windows crack, glasses break, and mirrors shatter. I, of course, have a very active imagination.

"Courtney, you're window just cracked." Heather acknowlaged.

"Oh no, my good wine glasses." My mom cried.

"Mom, who broke the mirror?" My brother complained. So maybe I don't have a so active imagination...

"Alright then. I'm going to the mall to find out which guy I'm taking with me to the Christmas party. You should probably call Noah." I groaned remembering that Noah was sick from school and the project was pushed to the next week.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bye." I picked up my phone from the ground.

"Courtney, come down into the basement for a minute." My brother, Jordan demanded, sternly. I gulped. That was never a good sign. I headed downstairs and into the basement. Jordan looks a little bit like me. He has the same chestnut hair and tan skin. The same dark brown eyes. He's a little protective over me, and he makes sure no guy ever hurts me. Jordan is a senior in High school and can't wait to move out. He basically lives in the basement so he doesn't have to deal with us.

"Hey." I say calmly. He patted the couch, signalling me to sit next to him. I walked over to him and sat on his lap.

"What the hell, Court. I told you to sit next to me." He said. I rolled my eyes, and got off his lap.

"What did you need?" I ask.

"Just wanted to hang out with my favorite sister. We should talk." He says and puts his arm around my shoulder. I flinch slightly.

"There's really not much to talk about." I say still staring my phone.

"Why are you staring at your phone?" He questioned suspically. I didn't take my eyes off the phone.

"No reason." I say bluntly.

"Alrighty then. You wouldn't mind if I took this away from you." He says and takes my phone away.

"What? No!" I exclaim and tackle him to the ground.

"Damn, girl, you're strong." He gasps.

"Hey, Trent, should I call that girl from the other day?" Duncan asks his roomate as they were walking back to there room from class. Trent, who was listening to his ipod, shrugged carelessly. "You're no help." Duncan muttered under his breath and then pulled out his cellphone. He dialed the number that was still on his hand from yesterday. It rang once... then twice... then three times...

Meanwhile back with the fighting siblings...

"Why the Hell do you have this ringtone?" Jordan asked me. I scowled at him, but he just rolled his eyes and answered the phonene. "Yo." He said calmly, but struggling to fight me off.

"Is Courtney there?" He asked.

"Nah." Jordan lied.

"Dammit give me my phone, you dumbass." I growled at Jordan snatching it from his hand.

"Hey." I say calmly.

"Hello there, beautiful. I didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?" He answered.

"Uh... you have no idea." I sigh while he chuckles over the phone.

Step 2: Don't wait for him to call.