A Little More You

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

As I got home, it is still the usual.

Nobody's home.

My parents are busy with work. My brother is busy with something I don't even know, as well. We all have our own worlds. But we get to spend time together during weekends or holidays, sometimes when there's a school thing going on.

Anyway, I immediately took a shower and get ready for my project making thing with Riley for our music class.

I wonder how his devil brother would react when I'm there. I still can't figure out why he hated me so much. It's quite bothersome, because 1) I did nothing that'll make him hate me, 2) We don't speak much, well we don't speak at all 3) We barely even make eye contact, and I avoid him about it a lot.

I heaved a sigh.

It's just a song writing thing, maybe a few hours later we'll be done and I can get the hell out there.

Pull yourself together, Rovie. It's Riley you're going to hang with, not Connor. I reminded myself.

At least I have no issues with their youngest, Toby. In fact, the McDonough family has no issues against me (except that blonde devil). Their mother adores me, their father loves my cooking. They pretty much love me, like I'm their daughter. And my family loves them as well, including Satan's son.

Shaking my head out of the thought, I took my things and head back to my car. Before starting the engine, I composed a quick text to my parents saying I'll be at Riley's until 8 or so. And I also sent Riley a message that I'm on my way.

It's a cold night, and I'm glad the drive to Riley's take 15 minutes from here, so that we can start immediately. And I'm aiming a perfect timing. Maybe I'll get there and they're done with dinner.

It wasn't long I arrived at their place.

The McDonough family owns a really huge house; with a built and a design like those on the 19th century mansions. But inside is more modern and more beautiful. There's no surprise they own a huge house. The boys are in a band, and soon to be known all over the world. They have a recording studio that many artists have recorded.

Anyways, my hands are shaking, not because of the cold night breeze brushing through my bare skin, but from the anxiety that Connor might answer the door.

I prayed to God out there to please don't let Connor answer the door.

Amen.

"Here goes nothing." I rang the doorbell twice, it wasn't long someone answered. I smiled, but it's slowly fading because I know that God is teasing me.

His eyebrows quirked up, as if asking me what I want; his deep blue eyes staring at me in such boredom. I have to say, he's quite handsome, but an attitude of a total ass.

I can do this. I cleared my throat and exhaled, "C-Connor. H-Hi. Umm, is your brother here?" I asked nervously.

Of course he's here, this is where he lives. Duh! My inner self scolded. Sometimes I feel so stupid asking an obvious question.

He looked at me indifferently, with that very same expression I see every day. His arm is leaning the door frame. And those spine-chilling ocean blue eyes of his were straight on my baby blue ones, making me want to pee myself here.

"Obviously." He answered emotionless. Sometimes I wondered if he's a robot.

"C-Can I come in?" He looked at me for a second making my heart race again, oh god. I stood there like a smiling donkey, hoping he'd be nice and let me in. He started to turn around and about to close the door. My eyes widened and my mouth couldn't say anything, I started to panic.