you're such a dream to me...
not your typical love story.
inspired by Ariana Grande's r.e.m & the movie Baby Driver.
Chris Brown story ❤️
i suck at descriptions but the story speaks for itself. I PROMISE!
"Are you even real Or did I make you up? How could someone like you wanna give me love? Don't think I deserve you, but I can't get enough."
"You gon' keep mean-muggin' me or you wanna help me pick earrings?" I teased, holding up two hoops and catching Zyra's eye through the mirror. Her scowl made me smile.
Zyra let out the loudest, most dramatic groan imaginable as she flopped off the bed. Her theatrics would've convinced anyone I'd just asked her to solve world peace rather than help me accessorize. She dragged her feet across the carpet, shoulders slumped and full of teenage drama, muttering under her breath, "You already look perfect. It's kind of gross, actually."
I laughed softly, warmth spreading through me at her words. It wasn't just what she said; it was the sincerity hiding behind her exaggerated annoyance. I knew Zyra admired me, and that thought alone always comforted me.
"Just pick one, hater," I teased gently, holding back my amusement.
Zyra snatched both hoops from my hand, holding them to my ears in the mirror, her brow furrowed in exaggerated seriousness. "Okay, these are cute, but these?" She held up the thicker pair, nodding approvingly. "These just eatin' with the fit."
"See, this is why I keep you around," I joked softly, meeting her gaze as I slipped one of the earrings into place. Underneath the playful banter was truth. I genuinely cherished Zyra's presence. She brought a sense of normalcy and safety into my life, things I'd been starved of for far too long.
"You really should just stay back and kick it with us." Her voice softened slightly, losing some of its playful edge.
My smile faltered momentarily, catching the sincerity hidden beneath her casual words. Zyra wasn't just complaining for attention; she genuinely wanted me around tonight. My phone buzzed on the dresser, breaking the brief silence. I glanced over to see a text from Blaze, and butterflies danced in my stomach instantly.
Zayn 🤤: On my way back now. Haircut done. Hope you ready.
I stared at the screen for a long second, the words stirring anticipation and a quiet yearning inside me. The heaviness of what tonight meant, the careful steps Blaze and I were taking back toward each other, made me pause.
"Your brother and I... we're gettin' back on good terms," I explained gently, sliding in the second earring carefully. My voice carried more weight than I intended, revealing a deeper vulnerability. "We need this night, Zy. Like... really need it."
In the mirror, I saw Zyra roll her eyes again. It was her usual dramatic flair, yet this time it felt softer, protective even, in a way that only a younger sister could convey without words. She flopped back onto the bed with another exaggerated groan. "I still don't know what you see in Zayn. He's so cringe."
