𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲

new year

Yesterday was New Year's Eve and so the new year began. And so my parents disappeared to the warm Bahamas. I don't want to say that I am jealous, but unfortunately I am.

Because I am the one who has to bear it alone with my brother. It's going to be a long six months.

Don't get me wrong, I like my brother. We have a great relationship. But he says he has to rehearse with his buddies in the living room every day.

His raps are not bad but I don't need to hear them every day either. That's why I usually go out of the house.

I'm seventeen so I'm not allowed in clubs yet, which is totally uncool. I want to have fun like my brother. He's only two years older and yet he has a lot more opportunities than me.

While I haven't even had my first kiss, he has a new one every week. And I hear it every night. Disgusting.

My brother's name is kyle and for his disgusting behaviour he has quite a few friends. He's unemployed and only makes money from his music. But this story is not about him.

It's about me, Madeline.

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'Yo, wake up sleepyhead. I'm rehearsing now and I don't want to hear your annoying complaints.' Said Kyle, throwing a pillow on my face as I slept HOWEVER peacefully. Behind him were his friends.

'God, can't you even wake me up peacefully?' I complained annoyed and took my phone from the nightstand to see 7:02am. 'Are you fucking kidding me?' I looked at him and saw him waiting at the door frame.

'It's fucking seven in the morning!' I exhaled deeply to stop freaking out 'is it getting earlier and earlier with your annoying band practice?'

I sat up straight on my bed and put on my slippers. 'Stop whining and put some clothes on, there are others here too'. He said one last time before leaving the room. Without closing the door.

I rolled my eyes and looked back at the door to see one last boy grinning. I think he found the situation very funny, while I wanted to kill my brother.

I got up from the bed and took a sip of water when I looked in the mirror and saw my outfit. My Victoria secret pyjamas that I had bought yesterday.

'Sorry to wake you, I wanted to rehearse at my place but he insisted because your parents are away' the boy at the door said and smiled slightly before closing the door and hearing his footsteps as he ran down the stairs.

No lie, this boy was hot. But a golden rule with my brother has always been 'don't mess with my homies!' And that was a fact. So far, I've stuck to it too.

I opened my wardrobe and picked out a cute outfit to wear home. I had no plans today so I just stayed in my room all day.

When I went to put on my pants, the melody downstairs started really loud and I winced. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and ran downstairs. 'You scared the shit out of me Kyle!' I shouted, not noticing what I was wearing. At that moment there was only Kyle and the boy at the door in the room.

'What do you look like? What are you wearing?! I swear madeline if you don't change right now!' His look was angry, his face turned red and he looked over at the boy who was relaxing on the sofa enjoying the show.

I looked down and saw my white lace bra and trousers that I was putting on. I opened my mouth in shock and took the blanket that was in front of me and hid my cleavage.

'Stupid bitch.' He said and punched the boy because he was still looking at me. I ran upstairs uncomfortably and locked the door of my room.

'Cee, why are you looking at her!' I heard Kyle shout. So the boy's name was cee. Tears formed in my eyes.

And I heard them continue to argue.
God that was so embarrassing.

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After 2 hours of music from downstairs and heavy thoughts, I forgot to eat breakfast. My stomach was growling like crazy and I decided I had to go to the kitchen. Even though my brother's friends were probably there.

I opened my door and ran (dressed) to the kitchen. I didn't see anyone on the way and was glad I didn't. Just as I opened the fridge, I heard a voice that made me jump.

'Sorry I peeked, wasn't nice of me.' He said as I looked to him and saw him scratching his head uncertainly.

For the first time I saw him close up and looked at his beauty. He leaned against the kitchen island and looked at me.

'It's okay, I didn't realise and the whole thing got so awkward so quickly.'
I smiled weakly, and looked back at the fridge as I took out the milk and put it on the island.

As I took the cornflakes and poured them into the bowl, I heard him humming a song. 'What's that song? It sounds good.' I looked at him and saw him already looking at me.

'This is my song. Obsessed with you' he said and looked at my cornflakes. 'Bon appetit.'

'Thank you' I smiled and took my bowl in my hand as I was about to walk past him, I stopped. 'Wait, are you obsessed with someone?' I smiled to myself and looked at his uncertain face.

'Yeah well, no wait why wouldn't I be obsessed with someone?' He was quite confused which made me laugh. I ate a full spoonful and looked back at him.

'Rappers are mostly heartless,' I paused for a moment and the room went quiet, 'which is exactly why I'm going to marry the weeknd.

I was proud of myself and looked at him as he giggled. 'I'm going to my room then.' I smiled and left the room. Without looking behind me.

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