French Vanilla Kisses

Chapter 3: Strawberry Banana Smoothie

I groan as I notice a french vanilla coffee fragrance! When I open my eyes, I see Luke waving some hot coffee directly before my nose and puts it on the table right by my bed. Why did he make my coffee? Particularly the way I talked to him yesterday, yet I don't think twice about it. I didn't even know he knew how to make espresso. He didn't poison it, did he? That is a remorseless yet brilliant way to poison me.

"I learned how to make it. I might have overreacted little last night," Luke admitted. A little? He acted like I kiss Samuel right there in front of him. "It's just that you're my baby sister and I don't want you to grow up. I don't want you to start dating and getting your heart broken. Then I'm going to have to go to prison for killing whoever did it."

We both laugh. I figure I can't blame him for him being my older brother, yet it genuinely bothers me when he does that. It's like to he doesn't trust me. He ought to realize that I wouldn't do anything that I wouldn't be comfortable doing.

"It's just that you take things the wrong way. Like you act like a drama queen about the littlest things and it truly irks my nerves." I said, carefully grabbing the coffee off the table and begin blowing on it.

"Well, I don't do it to annoy you, I do it because I'm your brother and I love you," he said, getting off of my bed. I see that he's shirtless, sharing the same thin waist with slight curves. Luke isn't a bulky guy, he's more thin, however not the terrible sort of thin. He played football all through high school and I'm astounded that he doesn't appear as though he's on steroids like most of the guys do.

"I love you, too. I guess." I teased.

"Enjoy your coffee," he grinned, walking out of my room.

When I sit up a little in my bed to get comfortable, my brother pokes his head through my door. "I almost forgot. I have Netflix now if you want to have like a lazy day."

He leaves my room

My brother knows me too well. French vanilla coffee and Netflix are an approach to win my heart. Hold up. In the event that he has Netflix then he must have wifi! I snatch my phone off the end table and connect to the wifi that reads Blackwell. It has no password. Paradise. I begin looking through Netflix on my phone and discovered a movie called All Cheerleaders Die.

Cheers to lazy days.

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"A what?" I wondered, giving my brother a confused look. He wants me to have a babysitter when he goes to work tomorrow. I'm sorry but I'm fifteen and I'm capable to look after myself. To think that he would trust me because of his apology this morning. "I'm fifteen. I don't need a babysitter."

"Yes I'm aware that you're fifteen, Krysta," Luke said sarcastically. "And for the last time he's not a babysitter. He's just one of friends that agreed to watch over you while I'm working just to make sure you don't do anything stupid or have any guys over."

"You can't stand when I talk to your friends so why are you making one be my babysitter?" I argued. I will never understand my brother. He doesn't like it when I talk or 'flirt' with his friends and he wants one of them to watch me?

"He's not your babysitter and I trust him that he won't do anything with someone as young as you," Luke explained, tossing his salad. Where does he learn to cook? Like seriously he just got this house and he already knows how to make coffee and toss salad. When our mother tried to get him to cook, it would be like world war three.

"Who is he anyway? Sam?" I asked, chopping some cucumbers.

"Nope. His name is Christopher Riley. You know him?" he wondered, putting his salad on a plate. The only thing I know about Christopher Riley is the stuff I heard about him. I heard that he's ridiculously hot but I never got to see his human form. Plus, he's suppose to be a new guy last year.