Living with the Stepbrothers

Chapter 3~ The Twin

Living With the Stepbrothers

Chapter 3

I instinctively turn around to find a shirtless guy leaning against my door frame.

He looked like he stepped out of an underwear magazine…with his abs and all. His brown hair messy and wet matted against his forehead. I couldn’t help to take a glimpse of his perfectly toned abs and biceps. I try to take my eyes of his physique.

 I failed, quite miserably.

He wriggled his eye brows pervertedly as he looks up and down at me with his bright blue eyes. His lips forming a cute smirk that makes me want to shudder. My face quickly heated up.

I quickly snap back in reality.

"What the hell!?" I screamed running to the door while tightening the small towel around me. Slamming the door in the attractive guy’s face, I heard a slight he gasped in shocked. He started banging on the door, "Hey cute girl! “He bangs on the door again. "I’m sorry!"

My heart giddies when he called me cute...did he really think I was cute? My hair was wet and uncombed. My face is still red from the bath and a towel is wrapped around my body.

Well his definition of cute is far beyond what I imagine.

"G-go away." I stammered.

Why can't this guy just go away? He should be embarrassed, humiliated! Yet, he's still standing outside the door.

He sighed heavily said," Look, I didn’t mean-“

"Please go away." I plead. Why did I say please?

I sounded like an idiot.

"Only because you said please babe." He said, tapping on the door twice and left. I collapse against the door in relief.

Oh my god. That just happened. I sighed heavily, face palming myself

“I. Am. So. Stupid.” Banging my forehead against the door. Then rubs my head afterwards because it hurts.

Minutes after he left, my heart is still thumping. That was so embarrassing. I held my hot cheeks in disbelief. Who is this good looking guy with the beautiful blue eyes?

I pick out a plain shirt and white shorts to wear. Then, I started unpacking my things. I set my laptop on the desk near the bed. Digging through my luggage, I pull out pictures of my family when dad was still alive. A picture caught my eyes. It was the one that my dad and I were posing in front of the Cinderella’s castle at Disneyland. Both our arms are in the air and smiles are pasted on our faces.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. My mom made us pose in front of the castle even though we both hate taking pictures. Then afterwards, we bought snacks by the stand. Dad got two Churros, mom got popcorn and I got a gigantic pink cotton candy. Occasionally, we would switch snacks to share.

For a slight moment, I was considering asking mom for a picture frame to display the picture, but I hesitated, knowing that she’s all against it.

A part of “moving on” I guess.

I decided to put the pictures in the desk drawer. A gurgling noise growls from my stomach, I involuntarily head down stairs for dinner. Not looking forward to another awkward  encounter with my mom’s boyfriend’s family.

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I’ve never seen the Parker’s kitchen before. It’s gleaming with white marble floor. Marble ceiling, marble floor, marble counters. And I could’ve sworn that the refrigerator is marble too. It was so opposite from our old kitchen, which is warm and cozy.