𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ⌇ 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ꒰𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐꒱
❝𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏❞
──★𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚‧₊˚⊹
I am a cheerful and calm person who doesn't get angry easily but ju...
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- the past I hope she likes it
I take a deep breath, scanning the sketch over and over again to make sure it looks pretty enough for her. I don't usually make sketches of people, it's hard to convey those facial expressions on paper for me.
However, this time I tried to do it for Iris - we have known each other since childhood because our parents are good friends. I am her good friend too, but I wanna be something more.
"That's pretty cool huh"
Liam's sudden voice makes me jolt. I roll the paper quickly and shove it into my bag, my heart dropping to my stomach. Heat rushes up my neck in embarrassment as he walks into my room, draping an arm over my shoulder.
"Didn't know my little brother had grown up enough for these things" he teases, his grin way too smug for this early in the morning. I roll my eyes and brush his arm away "What? You are talking like I am doing drugs." He chuckles and steps back, leaning against the table with his arms crossed "Well these things are way more addictive and time consuming than drugs"
I raise my eyebrow "You are talking about girls or relationship?"
He chuckles and shakes his head "Crush" He replies "Infatuation and maybe love too" the word 'love' coming out more empathized.
It is definitely a crush, I like her too but love? I don't know. I am 15, do I need to fall in love before dating someone? Isn't that too much? I don't even know what this feeling is.
"Dad will be disappointed if he hears me comparing girls to drugs" Liam adds. Yeah, he definitely would be. He raised us in a way to never ever disrespect women. His expression softens, looking at the hidden paper "That's for iris?" he asks.
I nod and sit on the edge of my bed, slipping my shoes on. No point hiding it - he already knows. He has told me a hundred times that he doesn't like her but I never listen. It's my life. For once, I want to make a decision without anyone else's approval.
He sighs but doesn't give one of his long lectures with impossibly heavy words like Shakespeare. Instead, he crouches down and starts tying my shoelaces.
"I can do it now...I ain't a kid anymore" I mumble, clenching the edges of my bed. I don't like shoes with laces, they are annoying, they open up. I can't tie them in a 'boys' way like my friends say. But I don't like that dad and Liam know I can't wear these shoes, I mean I can, but not in a correct way?
He finishes it up and stands up "all the best" he says with a smile taking me by surprise "You aren't saying anything? Stopping me?" I ask, almost suspiciously.
He presses his lips together and shakes his head "i would but i know you wouldn't listen, so I am just wishing you luck"
