Too Late | Dylan O'Brien

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"Do you want me to do your hair?"

Belle looks over her shoulder and sees me. She sends me a smile and takes the hairbrush out of her long curly brown hair.

"Yes please," she sighs and I walk over to her and take the hairbrush and gently pull it through her hair. Just like her name, my older sister is a true beauty. She's like a beautiful flower. She had her glow-up in middle school, while I'm still waiting for mine. She can literally get whoever she wants.

"French braid?" I ask, but my voice comes out muffled, because I have a rubber band in my mouth.

"Hmm," she hums back. Belle has always been the perfect big sister. The best at choir, genius in school and the most popular girl at the school. But that doesn't mean she's evil. She's actually a really good big sister and kind towards everybody. She's one year older than me, and in a period I was only known as Belle Harper's Younger Sister. Luckily, nobody calls me that anymore.

Carefully I take her long curls in my hands and make a French braid. When I'm done I step back, and she smiles. "You're so good at doing hair!" She compliments while touching her hair. I smile. Her and mom always say I should be a hairdresser, but I know I don't want to be that. I think I want to be a police officer. I want to help people.

"Thank you," I smile. Then I look at two options of clothes, lying on her bed. "Where are you going?" I ask.

"I'm going on a date," she says while putting on makeup. She looks concentrated in the mirror. I sit down on her bed and look at the outfits. One is a long red dress, she got from grandma. The other is a short white one, with long sleeves.

"With who?" I ask and lean further back in her bed. I take one of her pillows and stuff them behind my back.

"Oh, just some guy from the soccer team. He's okay." She shrugs. I furrowed my brows. It doesn't seem like she's excited about the date. "I'm only going out with him, because Stella thought we would be cute together." She says almost as she can read my thoughts.

"Well have fun," I mumble. Belle is always the one who gets asked out.

She smiled to me through the mirror, and I leave her room, and walk into mine. Mine is a lot more messier than hers. Dress and pillows are everywhere. I sigh and bounce up on my bed. I could text Dylan, and ask if he wanted to hang out. Hey, wanna come over? I text him. We've been best friends since forever. And around middle school, I think I got a crush on him.

I know it sounds really cliche, but I remember how I slowly fell for him, and now I think it has developed into a crush. Sure, the answer ticks into my phone a few minutes after. I think I've always kind of hoped that he would also develop feelings for me. But I don't think he has ever thought of me, in a romantic way.

Besides, I know he's in love with someone else.

A few minutes later my door opens and Dylan plops down on my soft carpet. I sigh and put my book away. "Hey," he says. Something in his tone sounds a bit... sad? It's very un-Dylan likely.

"What's up?" I ask with a frown and look at him.

"Nothing... why's your sister dressed up like that?" He asks. I can feel a pinch in my heart.

"She's going on a date," I mumble and studied my nails.

"Lucky guy..." he mumbles. I look up, pretending not to hear him.

"What?" I ask and put on a fake, confused look. Like I don't know what's going on.

"Nothing," he shrugs again, and I can practically feel my heart drop. I've known for a while, about Dylan's crush on my big sister Belle. And it crushes my heart. But I can never tell him that.