In Love With Him.

Chapter 4

When I woke up, it was already night. That wasn't a good sign because I still had to pack for Davis's house tomorrow morning.

I was in my own bed, which wasn't going to be mine anymore and I hopped out and paced about. Then I saw something rustle in the corner of my room and I gave a shriek. A very loud one. The kind of shriek that sends chills down your spine and makes you cringe. The kind that makes you want to rip your ears out. OK, enough about my scream, how about I tell you more about why I was screaming.

"What the hell are you doing in my room!!!???" I screamed at him. You know, him, dream-boy, and sadly, brother.

"Shut-up!" He whispered in a stern, but still angelic tone. Of course, I shut-up. He always put me in a trance whenever he talked to me. Why, the last time he talked to me, I fainted.

"I'm here because...well I wanted to see if you were alright. Your mom, or should I say our mom said I could stay the night. And so I stayed here until your scream woke me up," He explained to me.

"What? You were here all night, watching me!? Well, uh, thanks," I said all amazed. I was shocked. This filthy rich dream-boy of mine was also so caring. Rich, caring, with deadly good looks? He was perfect.

"No need to thank me. Its brotherly love," He said and grinned at me.

That brought me back to reality. He was my brother. There was no way.

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Davis's P.O.V. (point of view, for the people that don't know.)

I watched her as she stared at me with surprise when I told her that she'd be moving in with me....then, I watched as she started falling to the ground.

I caught her before she reached the ground. That's when I realized that I really cared for her.

What had happened? Did she really just faint?

I carried her in my arms and brought her to her bed. She was warm and I wanted to hold her longer, but that felt wrong.

She looked peaceful lying on her pillow. Her long auburn hair strewn across, her pink lips curled up into a relaxed smile. She was... very pretty.

I had seen beautiful, dazzling, stunning girls in my life, being rich and everything, but Emily was different.

She didn't look fake, like those glitzy models. She was just so innocent... and sweet. I had an urge to kiss her.

What was wrong with me?

'She's your sister!' I told myself, but I couldn't accept that just then.

I looked at her some more, taking in all of her features. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes long. Her sweet lips always looked like they were smiling and her nose was small and straight. She was tan; that went well with her hair...

She was too beautiful.

I was just standing there by her bed. Staring at her innocent beauty. Then her or our mom walked into the room and said that I could stay the night. She said that I could find pillows and blankets in Emily's closets. I nodded and she soon left.

The lights turned off after a few minutes. I turned off the lights in Emily's room.

And then... I did it. Not it, but it.

I kissed her in the darkness. It was what I had been longing for all this time. All my life, I suppose.

It's true...

I am in love with Emily.