"Tell me something about yourself," I turn to Gavin, looking expectant.
"Why?" He asks, looking somewhat worried.
Currently, we're laying in my bed, I'm curled up against Gavin's side with a tank top and a pair of panties on.
"Because, we've known each other for quite some time, but I still don't know anything about you," I furrow my eyebrows.
"Um, alright, what do you want to know?"
I can tell he's a little hesitant on letting me in so I go with a simple question instead.
"What's your middle name?" I ask. Simple, but it still says a lot.
"John. What about yours?" He asks, looking down at me.
"Grace," I blush slightly. "Grace was my moms mom's name."
He nods.
"What's your favorite color?"
He thinks for a second.
"Probably blue."
"You seem like the type to like blue," I smile. "What are your parents names?"
Again, he looks hesitant to share this information with me, but nonetheless tells me.
"My dads name is John, and my moms name is Adrianna."
"I love your moms names," I gush.
"Really?" He quirks an eyebrow.
"Yeah, when I was little I always wanted to change my name to that," I explain.
Every child goes through the stage of hating their name and wanting to change it. Well this is the name I wanted.
"Interesting," Gavin slightly smiles.
"I know right. Um, why don't you and you're brother get along?"
I knew it was the wrong question to ask. His eyes get darker and he sits up, making me stumble to the pillow.
"That's none of your business," he snaps.
My face heats with embarrassment and I slightly cower away.
"Sorry, I-I didn't think it would be that big of a deal," I shake my head.
"Well, it is," he growls and his eyes bore into mine.
"Sorry that I wanted to know more about you," I spit, suddenly getting angry myself.
"You don't have to know every goddamn thing about me!" He shouts and stands up from the bed, looking down at me.
"You're overreacting," I shake my head at him.
"How? If I don't want you to know than you shouldn't question it!"
I want to argue some more, but it won't get us anywhere so instead I say something to calm him down.
"You're right. We don't have to talk about it anymore, let's just watch some tv," I smile at him and his face softens slightly.
"Bella, I'm sorry, it's just it's not something I like to talk about," he informs me.
"It's fine," I smile and crawl over to him.
He sits down on the bed and I straddle his lap.
"Just forget about it," I whisper and he nods.
I attach my lips to his and just like that all of our worries are pushed to the back corner.
I will find out sooner or later, though. No one should be separated from family and I want to know why they are.
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Teen Fiction"What you said hurt, asshole. What did you think would happen?" I yell in his face. I'm so angry that I could most definitely shove his face into the brick wall. "How was I supposed to act after you kiss my brother?!" He shouts back. "Your an even...
