Can Not Decide

Part 21

Cole jumped to my bed happily and said, "Goodnight."
I stared at him but he had already closed his eyes.

Cole softly asked ,"Umm... Betty, can you turn off the lights?"

I jokingly said,"Can you please remind me who is the one with a broken leg and who is the servant."

He said, "Well, the lights don't bother me." , like a naughty kid.

I pushed him out of the bed but he kept hugging the side of bed like a koala.
He shouted,"Haha... You can't get rid of the Spiderman that easily!"

I chuckled,"More like a koala."

"Hey, no! I'm a manly hero... Not a fluffy animal..."

I said,"Welp... I hate spiders. Sorry...", and removed his arms that were hugging the bed.

He grumbled,"You're mean."

"No, I'm Betty."

"Goddamit, don't start with the dad jokes, I'll do whatever you want."

I laughed loudly then threw my pillow to his face and said, "Shut up, nerd!"

He chuckled then took his shirt off and asked, "Do you think that's how a nerd's body would look like?"

Room's door opened loudly and Dylan started to yell, "DON'T YOU REALIZE WHAT TIME IS IT? WHAT IS SO FUNNY?!". Then he saw Cole without his shirt.

Dylan murmured, "Goddamn, I knew I shouldn't have left you alone."

Cole laughed, "That certainly is none of your bussines."

Dylan sounded fed up and annoyed, "Why can't you just leave her alone? I've been trying to hold myself from saying this but, I won't lose her, alright?"

I stopped Dylan, "Hey hey hey... I'm not a toy or an object, you know? Don't turn this into a race. Just because one of you won the race doesn't mean I'll choose him."

Dylan said, "Shut up, woman."

I said frustratedly, "Excuse me?!"

Dylan chuckled, "Okay okay, sorry. I just wanted to poke your feminist side."

I murmured, "I can't even follow what's going on. By the way... What do you guys want from me? What is that all "she belongs to me" thing about? What am I to you? "

Both brother's expression changed suddenly and they looked at each other. Cole left the room without saying anything and I was left alone with Dylan.

He said, "Don't take it personally. It's something like a race between Cole and me. We even compete more for snacks."

So they didn't care about me at all... I wasn't even as important as a snack. I should have known that. I actually barely know them. They just wanted a toy, didn't they? With those thoughts, my heart started to ache. I felt very humiliated and couldn't manage my anger.

I said, "Well, then. Since I'm nothing but a childish competition; can you give me my hair band back? Even though it's senseless to keep the hair band of someone who you don't even care."

He mumbled, " I didn't say anything about not caring about you..."

I was too annoyed and sleepy for all that. "Dylan, just please leave." I pointed the door with my finger. Then, the door opened and Cole entered.

Cole said, " I remembered I was your servant... But, hey, what's going on? Why is here so tense?"

Dylan stood up and left the room. I didn't want to see Cole after I realized what I meant to them but I still needed help because of my leg.

Cole sat on my bed and said, "Come on, move over."

"Who said you could sleep in my bed?"

"Betty, what's going on? What did he tell you? "

"He didn't say anything. " Like I could ever tell you that he told me I was just being used. "Nothing is wrong. I just want to sleep." I turned my back to him and got my sleeping position.

"Look at me."

"You can't make me do anything."

"I won't say it again. "

"Bleh."

Then I felt hands holding my shoulders and the next moment I was looking at Cole. He turned me to himself and held my wrists.

"Tell me. Now."

I just stared at his face and pouted. But then I thought staring at the ceiling would be a better choice because... He looked so handsome even when he was serious.

"Aha, so you wanna play. You're ignoring me? Fine by me. "

His lips touched mine gently and my cheeks burnt.

I yelled, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"

He mumbled, "Nuh-uh. You're ignoring me, remember? Or will you tell me what's wrong? "

I didn't answer him and looked at the ceiling to protest. I heard him chuckle then he pressed my wrists to bed and his lips touched my neck. I accidentally let out a moan and he grinned mischievously. But I kept looking at the ceiling.

He chuckled,"Well, well, well... It's going to be a long night."