REVAMPING | Faulted Desires: A Culpa Mía/My Fault fanfic

4 - Noah

I navigated the sprawling hallways of the house, trying to find my room. My mamá hadn't been clear about its exact location, so it took some time. Finally, after turning left, I spotted it—the third door on the left. Stepping inside, I was greeted by a spacious room that had minimalistic colors, except for a vibrant mandala picture on the wall that included all of my favorite colours. It was a small touch that made me appreciate my mamá's thoughtfulness because only she knew my favourite colours. Taking a look around the room, I noticed the breathtaking view of the ocean through a glass door leading to a small balcony. I imagined watching the waves freely dance, uncontrolled by any setbacks. It was a sight that stirred conflicting emotions within me. For a brief moment, I longed to be as free as those waves, unburdened by anyone's expectations.
In one corner of the room stood a large white vanity table, perfectly positioned across from a queen-sized bed adorned with a rose gold headrest. A fluffy white carpet lay at the foot of the bed, providing a cozy touch. Despite my initial reluctance about being here, I had to admit that my room was perfect—a true reflection of my style and a sanctuary of peace. After exploring every part of my room, I sank onto the bed, gazing up at the ceiling. My thoughts involuntarily drifted to him—my step-brother. The moment I saw him, I couldn't help but notice his towering height, his well-defined muscles stretching the fabric of his tight black t-shirt, his dark brown fluffy hair begging to be touched, and my goodness was he handsome, and above all, his presence; there was no denying that his presence exuded confidence and charm. I can imagine that he commands attention effortlessly whenever he enters a room. I noticed him stealing glances at me too, admiring from a distance. It sent a ripple of excitement through me, as if a flurry of delicate butterflies had taken flight in the pit of my stomach. Yet, I was determined not to let him see how much he affected me. Some feelings are better kept hidden, protected beneath the armor we wear to protect ourselves.
Closing my eyes with the intention of finding comfort after the long and unpleasant journey, a soft knock interrupted my thoughts.
"Whoever it is, I'm not really in the mood to talk right now. If it's you, Mamá, I appreciate the room, but I still don't want to talk."

"It's Nick," I heard my step-brother say through the door. I composed myself as I got off of my bed in a rush, making my way over to the vanity to look in the mirror and touch up my appearance. I combed through my messy waves and put on some more of the red lipstick I already had on, as the colour was starting to fade a bit from earlier. Why was I touching up my appearance just at the name Nick? Why do I care what he thinks? , I thought to myself. After considering why I was trying to impress him and not being able to come up with a conclusion, I hurriedly made my way over to the door, took a deep breath and opened it.