I was smiling until the moment I opened my front door. What my eyes witnessed will always scar me in my dreams. My brother and best friend were... At it. If you know what I mean?
"What the heck?!" I shouted at them, and they instantly sprung apart. Luckily. "W-what were you doing?" I ask them, and pull Jackson into the kitchen. "Jackson, what the heck are you doing with my best friend?" I shouted at him.
"Jeez, chill woman!" He shouted back at me.
"You want me to chill? CHILL? Stop getting with my friends you little man-whore." I yell angrily at him, and then proceed to hit him as hard as I could.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" He shouted and took my wrists in his hands. "We can be together. You don't fricken own her!" He shouted at me. I glared at him and he glared back at me.
"I hate you, she was my friend first. Not YOUR girlfriend, or bed mate or whatever!" I shout sadly, and bend my head.
"You're gonna have to grow up, she is not yours, she wants to be with me. What's wrong with that?" He asked me.
"If you break up with her, or cheat on her, it'll be too awkward. She won't want to hang out with me anymore..." I tell him sadly.
"Sis, that won't happen. Don't you trust me?" He asked me.
"Trust YOU? Jackson, you're a player. Of course not!" I tell him, and he sighs and looks down.
"People change Ariel," he tells me. How DARE he? He can't just try and sweet talk me into agreeing with this.
"I hate you, you're a dirty little player who'll break my best friend's heart." I say with a glare and then stomp off.
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(A/N: short? I know I know. :-) sorry guys. ;-P it's hard writing good stuff. :-)
~Little Miss Sunshine)
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