Just Wanna Be Yours

4 | emotions

🎵I'm supposed to hide my emotions,
But it feels so wrong for them to be unsaid...🎵

H E A T H E R

I was so sick and tired of all of this. As Bianca screamed about how her phone was dying, when she had been using it 24/7 and wasting all of her battery. We were hugging Mark goodbye. It had been three years since Uncle's funeral.

Mark had left after it, and he had come back this summer to say hi since his job let him off for a couple of weeks, and he had stayed with us, but now he had to leave again.

I hugged him tightly and he laughed, hugging me back.

"Bye, sis." He said cheerfully, wrapping his arms around me.

"See ya." Bianca said, too engrossed in fishing the portable charger out of Mom's purse. She'd be checking for ages since Mom had already taken it out and gave it to Mark to keep. He was currently using it in his pocket, but she didn't know that.

"It's gonna be so hard when you're gone." I whispered back, nodding at Bianca who looked like she was about to implode.

He grinned, "Aw, you love me that much?"

I punched his shoulder lightly, smiling before I could stop myself, and rolled my eyes.

"As if, dude, you're not that important to me."

He scoffed, putting a hand to his heart and flicking imaginary ponytails, "Rude. Can't believe I have such a cold sixteen year old sister."

I smiled, hugging him extra tight. Then I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Oh my God, where the hell are you?" The person asked frustratedly. I turned slightly and stared in surprise to see Dustin, with a phone to his ear, pacing around the airport frustratedly. He then looked up at a yell at his name, and a girl came crashing at him.

She was stunning, with perfect, straight black locks of hair, and soft hazel eyes as she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Dustin!" She smiled, flicking him on the forehead. The frown on his face twisted to a smile, and he hugged her back gently.

"Great timing to come, Soph." He greeted her, hugging her back. His black hair fell into his dark blue eyes, and he had a genuine, soft smile on his face.

"Softie." She teased. He rolled his eyes. Then, our eyes met and I gave him a silent nod of acknowledgement, and he smiled back. Then, I glanced at what Mark was saying, He was talking about seeing us again.

I gave him one last hug, before he picked up his suitcase and walked away. Bianca was practically fuming, as he had brought his phone out of his pocket to reveal to her that he had the charger all along.

I grinned, nudging her, and she screamed impatiently. Then, Mom and Dad signaled for us to go, and we followed suit after them. By signaling, I mean that they gave us that look that makes you think you messed up big time, and makes you feel ashamed.

Yay, life.

D U S T I N

"Softie." Sophie teased me. I rolled my eyes, giving her that look before glancing at the crowd. Then, my eyes met with her.

Had she changed?

Yeah.

Did she still look good?

Heck yeah.

Her auburn hair was longer, and fell to her waist [damn, that's long] and her green eyes were still vibrant and joyful, even if they still had that look in them, like she wasn't fully completed. Maybe she had been, but after her Uncle's death, it was no longer like that.

She gave me a nod, to which I returned with a smile, before she turned to hear what her brother was saying. I glanced at Sophie, who had a knowing smirk on her face. She inched towards me and whispered, "That your-"

"No, Soph."

"Then, why do you look at her with that smile?" She nudged me, giving me a suggestive smile. I rolled my eyes. This girl was never mature.

"I've talked to her before, jeez."

She grinned, "I'll ship the two of you forever. We should go out with her sometimes, she looks nice." She nudged me again and repeated what she had said because I had been zoning out.

"I barely know her, Soph. I only know her name, and her passion is music, and that her Uncle passed away and she was really heartbroken about it."

"What's her name?"

"Heather."

"Pretty name. Her passion?"

"Music."

"Ooh! She's good at it?"

"Very."

I remembered her voice as she sang the soft, peaceful melody, and the way her eyes had glittered with remembrance as she sang the lyrics.

"Lovers boy."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Anyways, how's your Dad?"

"Still coping."

Her eyes softened, she knew about the struggles our family had to go through, and she was as strongly angry at Mom as I was. Mom had been a fool for leaving us, since Dad worked even harder, and now was probably richer than the other dude.

But it still hurt him whenever he heard her name or someone mentioned a motherly figure to him and I. But it hurt me just as much.

She placed a hand on my shoulder, "Hey, it's okay. Your Mom just was too stupid to realize that family was what mattered, dude."

It was cheesy, but it was true. I hated how she had just left us in the dark, alone, scared, with no help and seeing her story of her and her new husband everywhere. In three years, she now had twin boys and a younger girl. She had moved on fast.

I saw Heather and her younger sister [who was crying for some reason, but not over her brother's departure] leaving, and I smiled at Heather as she walked away. She returned it with one of her own, which made me feel my heart beat faster.

What is wrong with me?