And then, she laughs.
A beautifully melodic sound of amusement that bubbles from her lips.
As she bares her sharp teeth, the corners of her pink lips quirk on either side of her flushed cheeks.
The usual dark forest in her eyes brightens with warmth...
Recap: Myles had a funeral last chapter, his auntie and uncle hosted it (with his mom dead). It was a small funeral because Myles hadn't known a lot of people. He had a girlfriend, Eva Maddox, who was meant to come but wasn't able to make it...
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Leah Parker
"Shut up, Scarlett!" My head falls back to let out a soft echo of laughter. I look down at my reflection.
Chestnut eyes that always hold a soft glimmer, her khaki bangs brushing over her forehead and framing her face. Lips always curved into a welcoming smile. Flashing straight teeth and a playful wink at a guy she likes.
Scarlett is the opposite of me. She's more unguarded, carefree, and soft. I don't tell her to keep her guard up and always be cautious - she's only young and I want her to have what I didn't get to have.
Nostalgic teenage years.
"What, he was good-looking?" Scarlett grins, hitting my arm playfully. She flaunts a teasing expression in a poor attempt to hide the evident blush that colours her cheeks.
"And? You pulled him aside and practically asked to have sex with him, Scarls!" I exclaim, an amused smirk pulling at my lips. Most older siblings were strict, but I let Scarlett do what she wanted as long as it didn't put her safety at risk.
Scarlett knows I was strict when it came to boyfriends, sex, and dating. I know when she's lying so I don't have to worry about her getting in dangerous situations with boys.
She's always asked why I'm strict about this stuff and I told her, 'Because you're young and I don't want you to get yourself in a mess you cannot get out of.'
That is partly correct.
Not the main reason. It's because I don't want her to experience what I experienced.
I told myself sometimes that maybe I should be a tad more strict but like I said, I don't want anything to stop her from making memories. I never told our parents about what we did, otherwise we'd be sent to Russia.
However, my parents aren't strict. They're everything I could ask for. Not the cliche parents people have in movies: expect their child to be the best, criticising them constantly. Playing with their birthed puppets to tailor them to their best fit.
They aren't like that at all.
It would be offensive to describe them with words.
I would give them the world if I could.
"I didn't ask to have sex!" Her lips tilt in a mocking frown. "He just interpreted it wrong."
I urge her towards the till as I slip the basket full of product onto her wrist. "I'll be back." I give her a quick smile before heading to the back of the store. There was this item-
