How To Make Him Jealous

Chapter 4

Faith

Chris prepared his pancakes for breakfast, mumbling random things too fast for me too hear. He knew something I didn't, and not once in my life have I seen Chris cook. It was like he was trying to avoid a conversation.

After a while I ignored this and trained my mind back to my plan. In some ways Chris was right, however I wanted Liam and nothing else - how I know this ? I feel like my heart has been torn from my chest - I need him back.

We'd both chomped through the pancakes in silence, when the youngest brother pops his head round the door. His blonde hair shines brighter than ever and his striking blue eyes glisten. God really had blessed this family.

"Dylan !" I screech, running over and throwing myself into him. He hugs me back tightly. "Faith--I can't--breath.''
'''Long time no see!''
You know when you turn the brightness on your phone up at three in the morning and all the colours are way too bright? That's what Dylan is like. His hair too blonde, his eyes too blue, his teeth too white.

He smiles his wicked smile, I bet he practises it every night in the mirror.
''Where have you been?'' He asks. ''How are things?'' I hesitate to tell the truth. "Uh...great..amazing...fabulous !" I lie. Dylan gives a not-so-subtle glance toward Chris. Chris just ignores it and continues to shove pancakes into his mouth. Dylan takes a deep breath in before saying "Mmm...pancakes !" He's says, very unenthusiastically.

The dead silence at the table was deafening. The only noise is when Dylan or Chris gets up to make more pancakes that I demolish in seconds.
"Is this stress eating I see ?" Dylan jokes. I stop eating and look at up to Dylan. He looks at me, obliviously trying to read my blue eyes. Chris's face is a mask of unimpressed older sibling.

All movement seizes for a second and the awkward dead air is thick enough to cut with a knife. A awful minute passes as everyone try's to read everyone's faces.

Dylan is the one to break the silence he created, when he clears his throat and states he's going to get changed.

Me and Chris sit there staring at our empty plates. I can feel a question start to rise in my throat as my mind drifts back to the Liam shaped whole in my heart. "More pancakes ?" Chris asks, noticing me looking at him. "Uh...no..I uh.." Chris raises an eye brow. "I...uh..uh...um..Chris ?" I said, he nods. "How did you know about what happened, you know when you sent me that text ?" He stared at me.
"Faith...I'm sorry."
"Chris ! Tell me !" I said feeling my voice change pitch.
"Liam told me." He said sighing "I walked in on him as well...he told me everything." I take a moment to process what Chris had said.

"Why didn't you tell me ?" I choked. He sighs again.
"I...I'm sorry." He says, making his blue eyes appear too big. I shake my head. "Chr--" I'm cut off by a knock on the door. For a second no one moves. Chris's head snaps towards it and he slowly rises from his chair. Before he can get there the door opens. The breath exits my mouth in one movement and my knees give way.

"Faith ?"