Someone Like Me

Chapter Five: Dalton's Too Sweet For His Own Good. Period.

So how do you like my new book cover? I love it finally, and this one might stay. Unless anyone out there wants to make a cover for the heck of it then go ahead. 

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"What was that back there?"

In the awkward quietness, I left the kitchen. I didn't know what to feel at the moment. I guess I was upset and bugged. All I'll ever be known as to anyone is Peaches's assistant like what the magazines call me. They have never said my name, but my mother has been mentioned hundreds of times. Being called one of the best mothers in the whole country because of the love and care she gives to her only daughter, Peaches. I was just a 'servant' in everyone's eyes because of the tabloids.

I much rather not be mentioned or shown.

My sister and mother spend afternoons looking in magazines reading about themselves. They always enjoy the fame...mostly my sister though. She always laughed and showed me the articles where I mentioned as some girl that works for Peaches because she has too much going on in her glamorous life.

The Perfect Peaches.

She's been mentioned in almost every kind of magazine and TV show known to man. Hell, she's been a celebrity guest on almost every gossip, news, fashion, cooking, and talk show across the country. I was always there and left on the side to watch my sister talk and gossip about every little thing in her perfect little life.

She's never mentioned me.

I was just a 'mute servant.'

"Cherry?"

"I don't work for Peaches," I told Dalton while he sat down next to me on the front porch. His shoulders seem to relax.

"Really?" He seemed happier.

"Yes," I answered while feeling an arm wrap around my shoulders. He pulled me into a comforting side hug and I rest my head against his shoulder, "But I do know her."

"How?" There was a long pause.

"She's my sister," I replied quietly. The arm was gone. I couldn't see his face well,  but his shoulders were tense and he was pinching the rim of his nose.

"She's your sister?"

"Yes," I replied quietly.

"Oh, wow," He stood up and. I could tell that he was shocked to hear the news. He was probably one of the few that actually knew of the truth between Peaches and I. I wasn't her side hand, I was her sister who was forced to come along to almost everything that Peaches is in. Then watch from the side as the happy Peaches have a great time while I didn't, "That's something I didn't expect."

"We look nothing alike, I know. She got all looks and I'm just the ugly version of what she is," I stared at the porch steps. Dalton walked up to me and I watched as his hand grab the tip of my chin lightly. He raised my head so we stared at each other. He wasn't happy. His lips were turned down and his eyebrows were knitted together in slight anger.

"Don't ever say that about yourself."

"It's true though," I tried to push his hand away but he wouldn't allow me. He kept eye contact, and I tried to look away from his hard gaze but he wouldn't let me.

"Look at me," His voice was ticked. I brought my gaze back to his eyes. I noticed how close he was to me. He was kneeled down on the porch in front of me. His elbow was on his knee and he leaned close so to keep eye contact with me. His breathing was soft and slow and the smell of his musky cologne was in the air. "Don't ever say that about yourself. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. It matches your personality perfectly because of how unique it is. Any man would be honored and proud to be able to call you their girlfriend. Not just because of a famous sister but because of you. Your beauty, your personality, and everything else I have yet to learn."

"Thanks," I mumbled shyly. My cheeks red.

"I'm serious too. You have such a true natural beauty to yourself...it's almost unbelievable." I couldn't hold back a grin.

"Can I have my chin back?" I questioned and he gave a smile before letting go of my chin, though he stayed where he was. "Thanks," I could stop the smile I had on my face. My stomach was tied up in knots and my cheeks were warm from the compliment I was given by this attractive man kneeling in front of me.

"Well, while I'm in this position," He gave a smile.

"What?"

"May I take you on a date?"

I couldn't hold it in, "Yes."

"Great."