Christine above^^
Cody Christian as Matt
Christie's POV
"I'm not going." I told him through my door.
"Christine, why not?" Matt, my little brother, questions as he opens the door.
He walks in, and sits beside me on my bed. I look outside the window, and watch as the snow falls, covering the neighborhood in white.
"Because." I say simply, folding my hands in my lap. I turn to look at him, examining his face.
His eyes were a bright shade of green, unlike mine, a dark, murky green with a slight tint of brown. I looked at his nose, which was tall and straight. I tapped my nose with a finger, finding it straight like his. My lips were rather thin, whilst his were full.
"Why are you staring at me like a creep?" He laughs, and I grin.
"Just looking at your features, what makes us related." I say, falling back onto my bed.
"That makes it even creepier." Matt says under his breath. He gets up, clapping his hands together.
"Why don't we go to the park? It use to be our tradition, remember? We used to ride our bikes there every Sunday." Matt grins widely, and I find myself smiling back.
"Alright, let's go." We make it halfway down the stairs when my dad whistles.
"Chris, we got a therapy session to go to, come on!" My dad shouts, walking out the door.
"Actually dad, I'm not going today." I tell him, holding onto the stair's railing.
He turns around, looking at me with an expression that I can't figure out, before smiling softly.
"Alright. Where are you and Matthew going?"
"It's Matt." Matt groan dramatically.
My dad rolls his eyes. "Boy, I named you Matthew, not Matt."
"Actually, mom named me. So please, don't act like you're all-"
"Matthew, don't you dare finish that fucking sentence." He warns, pointing a finger at Matt.
Matt simply rolls his eyes, walking out the front door, murmuring under his breath. I bite my lip, and slowly walk down the stairs. I walk over to my dad, patting his shoulder.
"Not your fault." I tell him, giving him a small smile.
He smiles back sadly, walking away.
*
Matt throws more pebbles into the small pond, muttering a colorful string of curses under his breath.
I find myself laughing, and he turns to stares at me. "What?" I ask, looking at him once I stopped laughing.
He shakes his head slowly. "My sister is a lunatic." I fold my right arm, and bring my left hand to my mouth, acting offended.
"Please, I'm a lunatic?" I retort, scoffing.
"Yep, you really are." He says slowly. I stayed silent, looking at the ripples in the pond.
"So why didn't you go to your therapy thing today?" Matt brings up after a long silence.
I sigh, turning to look at him. "Truth is, I just didn't want to tell them."
"Tell them what?"
I walk away from him, sitting on a swing. I push myself forward a little, kicking my legs up. Matt comes and sits on the swing beside me, copying my actions. "I'm waiting."
I bit my lip, not really wanting to tell him what bothered me.
"Christine, it's okay. Just tell me, I'm not going to judge. I'm your little brother."
I was still quiet, swinging back and forth slowly.
"Well, I mean I might pick on you, and make fun of you, but in a serious time like this, I wouldn't." He tells me honestly.
I laugh softly. "Well, each session we get to ourselves. As in, we use a whole session to talk about our issues. And today, was my turn."
He stops swinging. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
"No." I tell him quickly.
Matt holds up his hands in surrender. "Okay, just wondering."
"I just feel like it's a dumb reason to get all worked up over sometimes." I watch as a mother walks her two kids over, letting them run off to the seesaw. She sits down on a bench near them, watching them with a smile.
"Hey Chris, do you think mom misses us?" Matt questions me suddenly.
I don't look at him as I answer him. "No."
Most honestly, that was exactly what I thought. If she missed us, she would've came back for us.
But she didn't.
She never calls, visits, and she doesn't even send us anything for our birthdays, or Christmas.
"Oh." He whispers, watching the kids closely.
"They remind me of us." Matt says.
The little boy ran up the plastic red slide, telling his sister to follow. She huffs loudly, rolling her eyes before following.
"I'm not like that!" I exclaim, making him laugh.
He waves me off. "Identical."
I roll my eyes, groaning loudly. "Butt head." Matt snickers, before falling silent.
It was nice, just the two of us bonding. I turned to look at him, and his face was conflicted, brows together, his face conjured deep in thought.
"She doesn't miss us, and I know that because, she doesn't call. She never visits, she doesn't even wish us a happy birthday. I don't even know if she remembers, Matt." I tell him, knowing that was what he was thinking about.
"I guess. But it just hurts, you know?"
"I know."
*
so i forgot to ask yall last chapter but what did you guys do for christmas? (if you do celebrate it)
let me know in the comments below!
i stayed in my room all day, like the fucking bum i am, and slept, ate, and fucking slept some more.
ily
