✧*̥˚ The Talk *̥˚✧
It was a quarter after midnight when Bryce walks in laughing.
I sit in the living room, scrolling aimlessly on my phone, but I stop and look up once he enters the room.
"Heyyy. Why are you down here?"
"Hey, umm, I was waiting for you," I say, turning off my phone.
"Sup?" He flops down next to me.
"Well remember the talk we had before I came out here?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I think it's pretty clear that I'm staying in LA, but I think it may be time for me to get my own place."
"What? No!"
"What do you mean no?"
"No, you're perfectly fine staying here. You're safe and I can keep an eye on you here. Besides, you don't even have a car."
"Good point. Tomorrow I'll go buy one."
"Julia, no! I'm your big brother; it's my job to protect you; let me do that, please."
"I'm grown; I don't need protecting!"
"Well, in my eyes, you do! This isn't some town in Maryland, Julia; this is LA! It's not safe to be a woman alone out here!"
"You can't change my mind on this; I'm moving out. You either get on board with it or don't; it's happening whether you like it or not. I'm not gonna keep being a burden."
"You're not a burden; you're my little sister. Sure, you can be annoying-"
"BRYCE!"
"Ok, ok, but I love you, and I want you to be here."
"I'm not abandoning you. I'll still visit. I just need to find myself, ok? This isn't about you; this is about me learning to be independent. Out of my 20 years of life, not once have I lived alone. I need to figure some shit out by myself. I love you too, but I need to do this on my own."
"Ok."
"But hey, if I ever need help, you'll be the first person I'll call.
"Bet."
I hold out my pinky and he intertwines his with mine.
I then yank my hand away from his.
He gives me a confused look.
"You got bad hygiene, remember?"
"I hate you!"
"Not as much as I hate you," I say, standing up from the couch.
"Good night, Brycie!" I yell while running up the stairs.
"Night, Lia!"
