Four Guys (a short story.)

PETER, the cliché highschool hearthrob.

Dedicated to @sarah15lee my sweetheart ❤️ for voting on the last chapters....

He taught me how to cycle, he taught me how to dance, he taught me how to run, he taught me how to make friends, he taught me love.

Sweat beads decorated my forehead when I jolted awake.

I looked around my room realizing that it was dark out. My clock flashed '3:24' in a bright red font.

My breath came hitched as memories flooded into my mind and it took everything in me to not cry.

It wasn't  enough.

I let out the first sob and soon enough tears were streaming down my face. My palm immediately  found it's way to my heart and I felt it racing under my fingertips.

It was all my fault.

I killed him.

My feet found the floor and I put on my slippers. I absent mindedly made my way to the bathroom. The light was on and it hurt my eye.

It took a while to adjust to the brightness and I immediately  splashed water on my face. It was cool enough to calm my nerves.

After a few shallow breaths I looked at myself in the mirror, we looked very alike and it took an effort to smile, revealing the  dimple in my cheek, the one identical to his.

I missed him.

I loved him.

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I never thought Tatiana would be so excited about lunch.

As I accessorized my  hair, her squeals from last night plagued my mind. It took a few minutes for her to calm down last night. She thought Peter was super cute and had this tiny crush on him.

"Hey sis." I spun around at the sound of Mike's voice.

He was standing at the doorway with a smile.

He was leaning against my door frame, arms crossed, a leg behind the other. His hair was in braids that stopped below his bright honey eyes. This was exactly how he wooed the girls, he looked so good even without any effort. He definitely took most of the good genes.

He brushed a braid from his eyes as he smiled at me, "you okay?"

I panicked for a second, thinking that he knew about my episode this morning.

"You seemed upset yesterday because of what Aiden said and all."

I let out an inaudible sigh and shook my head, "I'm  fine, it's okay."

I turned back to my mirror and picked another tiny butterfly hair clip to attach to my hair.

"You know he really  just cares about you, being a big brother and all."

Seven years ago, that statement would  have made me cry but now it made me angry.

"He's  not my brother, you are, so I don't  want him sticking his big nose into my business." I snapped  harshly.

Another voice joined the conversation, "this is the second time you're  calling my nose big, and I'll  have you know that it is not."

I clenched my fist as Aiden joined the conversation.

"Go away Aiden."