So sorry about not updating in a long time but I didn't have the intellectual endurance to do nanowrimo this year with the fact that I'M FRIKKEN MOVING COUNTRIES but meh, I guess, what can you do?
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"Mo-" I clamped his mouth shut to stop the strangled cry and closed the door.
Anger pulsed in waves towards me.
I sighed, I had a lot of explaining to do.
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-Ty POV-
"What are you doing in here, with my sister?" He practically screamed when I let him speak.
"Flynn, it's not what it looks like." I said gently, trying to calm him down. It wasn't working. Flynn, well, he was going psycho.
"What do you think I am, two? I know that people only sleep in the same bed if they're parents or…" He looked at me with a judgmental look and I shriveled.
Damn, the kid was good.
"W-what? You think I have a thing? For Cece? Naw, little dude, she's… not my type."
"So you're saying that my sister isn't good enough for you?" He asked now getting angry yet again.
"What? No, it's not that, I mean she is hot-"
"So now my sister is just someone you can use?" He asked.
I sighed and took Flynn by the shoulders.
He was smart for his age, which made this excruciating.
"Flynn, what I'm trying to say is that no, I don't like your sister and it's not because I don't think she's awesome, it's just she's like a little sister to me, just like you're a little brother to me."
Flynn didn't smile, but he did manage to say," Just remember I know karate, and some other dangerous words to match that."
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Now, I suggest you leave before mom finds you here and shoots you, goodbye." I was promptly ushered out of the room and left on the fire escape to think.
Had I really meant what I said in there? I mean, Cece is like a little sister to me, but… I don't know, maybe I think of her as more now that Rocky's out of the picture? I don't know… Damn hormones…
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-Cece POV-
I woke up to Flynn and Ty talking near my door. My eyelids still felt heavy and the urge to sleep called me via my comforter and I almost did until they started talking about me.
I feigned sleep and listened in letting myself listen to them.
"W-what? You think I have a thing? For Cece? Naw, little dude, she's… not my type." A little, well, a huge part of me felt like it had just died. Maybe I'm too fat to be with him…
"So you're saying that my sister isn't good enough for you?" Atta boy! I have to buy him something today…
"What? No, it's not that, I mean she is hot-" Oh, my, god, did he just say I was hot? That part of me that just died should be considered alive again. Hallelujah!
"So now my sister is just someone you can use?" Aw Flynn, why do you have to ruin every perfect moment?
I heard Ty sigh heavily and risked opening my eyes a bit to see him holding my brother on the shoulders.
"Flynn, what I'm trying to say is that no, I don't like your sister and it's not because I don't think she's awesome, it's just she's like a little sister to me, just like you're a little brother to me." And that part of me that just was resurrected? Yup, it's dead again…
"Just remember I know karate, and some other dangerous words to match that."
I didn't laugh.
"Now, I suggest you leave before mom finds you here and shoots you, goodbye." And like that Flynn ushered Ty out of my room onto our fire escape and once again, I was alone.
"Ungh," I muttered into a pillow," Why is life so hard?"
Suddenly I realized that the disgusting feeling I got around him disappeared and that it was replaced by tingles.
Now this was bad.
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-Ty POV-
Over time, I saw Cece start to get better, but still she seemed sad. If only I could get the plan to work.
Once, I walked into her room and saw her with a cat.
Apparently he's named Zazzles because he's zazzy?
Sometimes I don't know what goes through her mind.
But she had her off days.
One day I came in and she was curled up under the covers dead asleep and I could swear I saw a drop of blood on the ground, and I was afraid she was going to have another serious episode.
One day, though, I walked into her room and I couldn't find her, which was incredibly strange. But what was stranger was that there was a book on her bed about prayer.
Last time I remembered, Cece didn't even go to church, much less pray.
I leafed through the book anyway, it just seemed like any book, until I got to her bookmarks.
On pages I found little bookmarks for different subjects: Loneliness, sadness, cutting.
I put the book down after that and never touched it again. It pained me to read it.
Afterwards, I couldn't look at Cece without thinking,' Are you just pretending?'
I think she even tried to forget about the whole situation, and was tricking herself.
"Cece?" I asked one day.
We had just finished playing scrabble, which she was surprisingly good at, though I still think it was because she cheated with all her strange words like absorptiometry and xenophobia but whatever.
"Yeah?"
"Do you believe in God?" She turned away and looked around her room: diversion.
"Well, I don't know, I mean, I don't, like, consider myself a Christian or anything?"
"So what's the prayer book about?"
I must have pushed a button or something because she snapped her attention back to me.
It must have been something about her look because I blurted out," It's ok that you're lonely."
She looked angrier.
"Get. Out." She seethed.
"Cece-"
"Get out of my face!"
And I left…
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Hey guys so this was a little piece I made at 2:47 because I accidentally had coffee, actually, two cups and now I cannot sleep *twitches*
If any of you people watch Big Bang Theory you'll get the cat joke and as for the end I know it may seem random but I'll explain it, just be patient…
As always,
Eskimo Kisses,
z3stygurl97
P.S I AM SO FRIKKEN TIRED WHOO! (^^=O) (LOL Face)