In Love With Him.

Chapter 2

After Mom had told me all of these things she's been keeping secret from me for 15 years (ever since I was born), I knew I could never trust her again. I mean, seriously, lying that my father was dead and lying by pretending I never had a brother. Those were big lies.

So, I lay down on my bed thinking about my father and brother. I bet that my dad would be so ugly and old that he has to use some old wooden cane. I bet he farted every two seconds. I bet I would hate him. And my brother would be so ugly, no girl could look at him without puking on him. He would have all these warts and stringy, greasy, hair. Oh, and he also picks his nose and eats what he finds.

I smirked at my dark thoughts. I already hated them and I had never even met them.

"Emily, they're coming in thirty minutes!" Mom shouted from downstairs.

"Hrmmmph," I answered, which wasn't really much of an answer. Then I went to redo my makeup because, well a girl always tries to look her best even in front of her enormously ugly and hideous father and brother that probably looked like mutants.

"They're here!" Mom cried out excitedly and I could hear her open the front door.

I walked down the stairs quietly, hoping my super ugly father and brother wouldn't notice me...

but, I definitely noticed them. And they were far from ugly.

"Emily come say hello!" Mom squeaked in that annoying way of hers.

I walked down the stairs and up to the front door where I saw the most striking angel standing in full glory. An older man stood by his side, flashing a pearly white smile and looking like a celebrity.

But the angel boy was all I could look at.

He had cute black/brown hair and this smile that was playful. And his eyes were a shocking emerald green with flecks of gold. I told myself to stop staring, but my eyes just couldn't tear themselves away from my dream-boy's face.

"Hello..." I said quietly and looked down at my feet. I was blushing, I knew it.

"Hi," said the older, celebrity looking guy. He was tall and strong looking, and spoke with a warm deep voice.

"Hi, I'm Davis Levier," said the guy who looked my age and he spoke in the sweetest voice ever, then he smiled at me with his perfect red lips, and I could only gape in response. I quickly got my composure back together.

"I'm a...uh...I'm erm, Emily Willen..." I felt so stupid. How hard was it to say my name?

In front of Davis, it was hard.

He was my dream-boy in perfect detail and I was, madly in love with him at first glance...

But, uh, isn't he my brother?

Damn, my life's messed up.