Waiting For Us [COMPLETED]

chapter 25 - family dinner

Grayson:

"You've been standing in front of your dresser for five minutes; pick a fucking shirt."

I turn my head to glare at Katie who is standing with her arms crossed in the doorway. She glares back. One thing my sister is wrong about is the fact that I've been focused on my dresser for five minutes. It's actually been fifteen, plus the ten from yesterday before I gave up.

This is honestly a new record. Before Talia and I went to the museum, I spent a total of forty minutes picking out what I wanted to wear. Forty minutes just to wear a plain grey shirt and jeans. It shouldn't be that difficult, yet, here I am again, reliving my old problem.

It's the late-afternoon on Saturday and Talia will knock on my door any minute. I shake my head and look back at the dresser.

"I don't know what to wear," I admit in defeat. This is seriously pathetic.

Katie's laugh echos through the room and she steps closer to me. "Based on what you told me you were doing with her, I think you should keep it casual."

"What if I'm underdressed?" I say as I run my fingers over a dark blue shirt.

"My God, men are so helpless," my sister groans. I try not to take offense to her words. She throws open my bottom drawer, removes black athletic shorts, and hands me the pair. "Now pick one of those old basketball shirts that you cut the sleeves off of. Girls usually like it when guys shows off his arms, as long as they're comfortable around them."

I raise my eyebrow at her. "And you're speaking from experience?"

"Why do you think I went to all of your basketball games?" she retorts. "Some of your teammates have nice arms."

I open the top drawer of my dresser to pull out one of the cut up shirts. I guess this is fine. Maybe she is an arm kind of girl. I just hope I don't look like douchebag in one of these loose shirts. Wait, did Katie say she was checking out my teammates on the court?

"Who exactly have you been checking out on my team?" I ask skeptically.

"Oh, you know...Wes, Tyler." My sister pauses to scratch the back of her neck and awkwardly looks around the room before coughing into her hand. "...And Rowan."

"Oh, my God," I groan into my hands.

"I can't help it!" Katie shouts, raising her arms in exasperation. "He's very nice to look at."

"I can't listen to you anymore. Leave," I state while pointing a finger at the door. A brother's best friend should be off-limits. Everything would just get messy quickly, and I already have enough of my own shit to clean up.

My sister scoffs loudly and takes a step towards the door. "Just answer one question for me, okay?"

I roll my eyes and glare at her. "What?"