Make me yours

Chapter 2

Loud music wakes me up aggressively making me groan in frustration. The music doesn't come from inside my room tho, it probably comes from where my brother is - the kitchen. I can't even imagine how loud the music must be there to reach such a far room.

I am kinda nervous about school, not going to lie. I have never had trouble fitting in but I hadn't had that necessity, to be honest. I can't remember the last time I was alone in something, can't remember the last time I needed to make friends. This doesn't mean I didn't feel alone, I did, all the time. But here in London, I am alone, except for my brother and his recently met friends, nobody knows me. It makes me kinda nervous but at the same time, I appreciate the new start.

Gosh, I don't even know what to dress. After some time I end up choosing the outfit adding my comfort jewelry and when the long time looking at the big mirror on my wall ends I run downstairs. My feet make noise on the stairs but the loud music muffles it perfectly.

"GOODMORNING!" I scream over the loud man singing. My brother is making breakfast in the kitchen a black apron suiting him well on top of his clothes. As soon as he notices me he turns off the loud music (finally). His hair is naturally messy but he looks great. His steps are light but quick when he comes closer to me his lips kissing me on the forehead with affection.

"Goodmorning, darling. I was about to call you." He smiles a bit before leading me to my place on the table. He serves me two surprisingly tasty pancakes and milk because I like milk in the morning and he knows me too well. The conversation is nice and easy as always. That's the thing my brother has always been there for me, lots of my friends and their siblings are always fighting but not us. I never knew why but when he was 13 we started getting on very well and since there we became the best of friends, which means that we would do everything for each other and I mean everything.

I remember when I was 14 and my brother 16 a guy broke my heart for the first time. We were outside the school, at its gate and he told me I was a fucking slut for wearing a skirt, he also said that I was the type of girl he would only fuck and then throw away cause I was ugly as shit. I called my brother crying and in less than five minutes he was there, I had never seen him like that. Until now it is probably the only time I have seen my brother seriously mad like aggressively mad. He hugged me and said I was beautiful and then he asked me which one of them was and when I answered he run to him. "Hey you, yes you, you little piece of shit" my brother shouted and the boy looked at him, it seems like I still can hear him. Josh punched him in the face, strong enough to break his nose. The boy reacted, of course, he started insulting my brother but Josh just did a little laugh and answered "Oh, stupid kid, I don't care about what you call me, just don't mess with my sister" the boy tried to add something but my brother put his bloody finger in front of the boy's lips to make silence "Try saying another word about her and I will have to break another thing and it will not be a nose although it seems to me they are the same size." Long story short the boy was terrified and never again talked to me.

That was the moment I knew that he would protect me no matter what.

"They are great," I say talking about the pancakes. We are both seated at the table, I have one foot on top of the chair bending my knee because I simply don't know how to seat straight on a chair. He on the other side seems to have learned how to behave in real English etiquette rules. Well not exactly but almost. 

"I am happy that you like them." He smiles, a smile that reaches his worry-free eyes. There is a moment of silence while he chews. But then he keeps talking. "Hey, little sis, now talking about something more serious: here in London, you are my legal responsibility and I want you to behave but to be happy and have fun. So count on me to anything and don't let this motherfuckers English people kill your vibe." He is smiling again studying my face while he makes me agree with some stupid promises like don't fuck someone that treats me like shit, don't fuck someone you doesn't look clean or pretty, don't fuck a guy that is more than 7 months older than me, basically, I promised not to fuck anyone. I don't feel like keeping it not even half of them but this seems to calm him a little so I pretend that yes I am Virgin Mary. What is clearly not me, I am sorry bro, but I am 16, and the English accent is hot as fuck.