Her Muse

Chapter nine

      I plopped down on my spinny chair and sighed. Thankfully Jay's house was only a few streets away from mine. Who knew?

I spinned round and round on the chair before I stopped in front of my table. This beauty is probably the best thing about my room. I decided to write the first chapter of my book. Okay Rox, time to use all those skills and incredible genes for the greater good.

I whipped out my laptop and began writing the draft. I already had an idea in my head so I decided to work with that. The plot had to be short, simple but eye catching since it's my first time writing romance.
Jeez, am I 'novel geeking' out too much?

I then concentrated on the book, working with what I had and not bothering to use overused phrases. I subconsciously smiled. Writing had always been my escape, a break from reality that I so badly needed at some points in my life. It's helped me see things in different lights, helped me understand things in different people's point of views. From the 'head in the books girl' to the 'typical bad boy' and even the 'bitchy cheerleader' which were important parts of every romance book. I know that because I've read quite a lot. Funny how I've read a bunch of those kind of books but never chose to write one. I guess they are complicated but yet they're all the same.....most times.

I kept on writing and didn't keep track of time until someone stumbled into my room through the window. I turned my head to see Aiden?

"Aiden what are you doing? why are you in my room?" I scrunched my face in confusion.

"Your room is easier to break into. You need locks on your windows." He slurred and fell on my bed.

"Locks on my-what are you talking about?" I turned my chair to completely face him.

"You need to-need to have them so that bad guys don't come in." He mumbled into my pillow.

"Aiden are you drunk? oh my goodness, mom is going to kill you." I smirked at him. He ignored me and sat up and I saw his eyes as well up with tears.

"You know some bad guys? cause I know them." he's sniffled drops of tears finally falling onto his cheeks. What is he talking about?

"A? what's wrong? you can tell me." I got up from my chair and squatted in front of him.

"Bad guys like-like" he stuttered. I froze. Please don't tell me what I think you're going to tell me.

"Bad guys like who?" I asked concerned.

"Like Emily and Mason." he completed before breaking into heart wrenching sobs. Emily? How dare she? Only I was given the license to make my brother cry like this.

"What happened with them?" I asked carefully wiping his tears with my hands.

"Emily-I saw Emily and Mason in Chandler's room they were-they were" he stuttered.

"Making out?" I completed lamely and he nodded his head furiously.

"And the worst part was that when I *hiccup* confronted her about it she told me that she had always *hiccup* always wanted to tell me and it had been going on for a while. She was just using me to figure out her feelings for him." He stared into my eyes with his tear stained ones and I swear my heart just broke. This twin thing is no joke. I sighed. I have to be strong for him.

"You know what A?, just wait here don't fall asleep and don't puke on my bed." I warned jokingly trying to lighten up the mood. He gave me a two finger salute and I went out of the room.

As I crept down the stairs, everything Aiden was saying seemed to fall into place. Mason was Emily's childhood best friend but when we got into high school, he transferred to another school away from town because; as I heard, his parents got a divorce and he went to live with his dad. He only came back to live with his mom due to reasons I'm not aware of so he had to continue schooling here.

Apparently, sparks reignited between the both of them it's sad that my brother had to get on the receiving end of all this mess.

I tip-toed to the fridge to grab two tubs of Ben and Jerry's. Ugh. I was saving this for something important but I guess this is more important. Hopefully mom doesn't wake up. I quickly took two spoons and headed upstairs. As I opened the door awkwardly holding two tubs of ice-cream, I was greeted with the sight of my brother staring blankly at the wall.

"Maybe she was just too good for me. Mason seems like a better choice; a better guy. Heck, he even plays basketball. I heard girls love that." Aiden whispered but said it loud enough for me to hear it. A tear streaked down my cheek seeing my brother so miserable.

"No, you're too good for her, you just had too much awesomeness for her to handle." I dropped the ice-cream on the rug and went over to hug him. We stayed like that for a while until I said

"Now, we are going to do what the Brookes siblings do when we are sad." I grinned down at him. He sniffed and chuckled

"Eat ice-cream and watch The notebook and cry?" he suggested with a small smile.

"You are on point brother." I released myself from his hold and took the laptop from my table and the ice-creams.

And that's how it went. We didn't even last 40 minutes into the movie when the ice-creams finished. When  Aiden's head was coming dangerously close to his lap, I closed the laptop and then kicked away the empty tubs before snuggling close to him. His hand instinctively wrapped around my waist as we both fell asleep with smile on my face.

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Poor Aiden. Sibling goals am I right? Anyone?........ Someone?.......... Ok. No one got it 🥲.