Oblivious

31 // Slip through the cracks

Cingulomania
(n.) a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

-Elijah-

Walking down the stares I stop at the bottom, turning to the kitchen to face my brother who simply stares at me with a stupid cocky smile on his face.

Elora's still upstairs, I decided it would probably be best if I talked to my brother first alone. I don't want him saying shit that's going to embarrass me in front of her.

I also really wanted to hit him for interrupting us and I couldn't do that if she was there.

"So you've finally got yourself a girlfriend hmm?" He raises his eyebrows and gives me a grin and I almost lunge for him.

"Fuck off." My cheeks are pink and I shake my head, staring at the floor so he doesn't see my reaction. But I know I've got a stupid little smile on my face. "She not my girlfriend." Yet is what I don't tell him. She's not my girlfriend yet.

Adrian stares at me for a moment, assesses my reaction, laughs likes he's part of some secret joke and hops onto the kitchen counter. "What's her name?"

"Elora." My shoulders slump a little and I no longer feel so tense. God just saying her name has some stupid effect on me.

"Pretty."

I throw an apple at him, feeling pretty good when it smacks into his chest. "Watch it."

My eyes are narrowed, almost a glare but not fully. My insides a knot of jealousy and insecurities. I hate the way he said pretty.

Sure she's really fucking pretty. I know it. Everyone knows it. God even her name if fucking pretty. Everything about her is beautiful and pretty and outlandish. But she's mine. She doesn't know it yet, obviously. But she has me wrapped around her finger. And I'll fight anyone who tries to take her, brother included.

I'm fully hers.

To love or to hate. To do whatever she wants with as long as it's something. I'll except anything she throws at me as long as she's the one doing the throwing.

Despite me being hers she's not fully mine yet. And god the thought terrifies me. Shocks me to the bone. There's no one out there who's worthy of her, me included, but I want to try and there's definitely people who are better fitted.

But I'll be damned if I let her slip through the cracks in my hands.

Adrian doesn't reply, just holds his hands up in mock surrender.

"Why are you here?" What I really want to say is what was so fucking important you had to interrupted probably the most important moment of my life?

"Baby sitting." He shoot's me a look, tosses the apple into the air, catches it, takes a bite.

"I don't need a babysitter." Walking towards him, I hop onto the kitchen island opposite the counter he's sitting on.

"Sure you don't." Adrian rolls his eyes, gives me a smile that make me want to throw another apple at him.

"Where's Nel?" She's normally came to see me by now. "Sleepover at a friends."