Underestimate. (COMPLETED✔)

11

It was a random Tuesday. We weren't doing anything in particular not anything of importance. In all honesty it was a boring day. I was laying on the other side of the couch while Eli sat on the opposite side. We were engulfed in silence, both of us doing on our own separate thing. Eli writing in his journal and I was scrolling on my phone.

We were comfortable this way. Eli and I didn't have to say a lot. Just being in each other's presence was enough. Knowing that he was there was enough.

"Crap", he mumbles as he scribbles out a word in his journal, "I messed up the word again".

I hum, letting him know I heard him. That's all it really took. No one had to say anything.

Eli huffed, frustrated that he couldn't write what he wanted down properly. "I'm done", he groans before slamming the book and placing it on the coffee table in front of us, "What you doing man?".

I look up from my phone, "Ehh", truth was I was looking at Esmé's instagram. She was getting a retwist and had posted the results on her story. She looked gorgeous, her locs perfectly made and clean, framing her face and holding her features perfectly. Of course I wasn't going to tell Eli that.

He would kill me.

"Playing candy crush", I state after a while once I saw Eli looking at me in confusion. The older male jumps up suddenly and rips my phone out of my hand.

"Ooh! Lemme play! Imma boss at this game".

Thankfully I had closed out of instagram before he could see anything.

"You and Esmé are gonna stop taking things from me", I laugh before peering over his shoulder. Watching my best friend of years play the colorful game.

Esmé was nothing like Eli. They looked like one another of course. But not enough to look like twins. He was only a year older than us, but he looked way older. There had been many times people had mistaken him for my father.

Eli was all man, much bulkier than me but we were the same skin complexion. He would always wear these baggy jeans that he would sag to his thighs and plain t shirts that he matched with a gold chain. He would educate me on all the trends I had to hop on, how to smell, how to make sure I looked cleaned up.

Esmé was completely different. She always kept herself prim and proper. I used to watch her in class, analyzing her outfits. She barely wore colors, but it was my favorite things on her.

A bright orange or violet pink popped beautifully against her skin.

"Why do you keep staring so hard weirdo", Esmé states after flicking me in the forehead. We were at her house, Justin inviting me over to drop something off for a project we had due. But Esmé insisted I had to 'rate' her outfits for prom.

"I was just", I start before shaking my head, "My bad it looks good", I state coughing into my hand. Esmé snorts a laugh.

It looked more than good. A light blue two piece set, the top long and flowy with flowers embedded into the fabric and the skirt was long but layered with darker hues of blue fabric. Yes, she looked gorgeous. She always did.

"Thanks", she mumbles, "I'm not good at this prom stuff, I've never even thought about it before".

I sat back in her bed as she disappeared into the bathroom. Probably to change into another outfit. "Has anyone asked you out yet?", the question slipped through my lips before I could stop myself.

Truth be told, it was a question that had been on my mind for a while. The idea of Esmé going out with another guy... was this jealously? I can see why people hate having it.