How To Make Him Jealous

Chapter 6

Faith

''Sooo, did that just happen or am I having a nightmare?''

I roll my eyes at him, sighing.

"Guys ?!" Dylan asks, "Did I miss something ?" He says, glancing between me and Chris and back again.

"Nothing." Chris lies, giving a cheesy smile in Dylan's direction. "But...I need to talk to Faith." He says, grabbing my shoulder and leading me outside.

In front of me lies a pool and behind it, Sydney in all its glory.
"You have a pool ?" I ask, looking up at Chris.
"Yes, I have a pool ." He said looking at me with his eyebrow raised. "Soooo...you gonna tell me what the fuck just happened ?!" He said, his blue eyes widening.

"We kissed." I said shrugging, walking towards the pool.

"No shit, Sherlock,'' Chris said bluntly . "You don't just kiss someone for the hell of it unless you're a slag. Are you a slag, Faith ?''

''No! It's just... well... you see---''

''See what? What are you up to?'' He asked, staring questionably at me.

I ignore his question. ''Is your pool heated because I fancy a swim ?" I ask

Out of nowhere, Dylan appeared wearing only his swimming trunks.
''That's great! So do I!''
Without hesitation, he dived in, spraying me and Chris with water. ''Come on in you two, or am I going to have to drag you in?''

''For fuck sake Dylan, piss off I'm having a conversation!'' Chris shouts, shaking off excess water.

''That time of the month again? Come on Faith, join me!'' Dylan laughed, splattering Chris with water.

''Stop being so childish!'' Chris shouts again

I get bored of the argument, so I decide to join Dylan in the pool. I slip my jeans off, leaving my underwear and t-shirt on, casually push by Chris and slip into the pool, next to a beaming Dylan.

"Awe...Chris...I think you need to go change your tampon !" Dylan jokes again, spraying me and Chris with water...again.

"I swear you spray me again and I'll cut your balls off in your sleep." I say to Dylan, very bluntly.

"Jeez, I think you need to change yours too." Dylan replies, not getting the seriousness in my voice.

"Listen to the tone Dylan. Listen to the tone of my voice."
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"I'm gonna go get a drink." Dylan says, pulling himself out of the water. "Want one ?"

I'd resulted to sun bathing in a lilo, which I found out was a very good way to drown in your own self pity and sorrow. I'd managed to stay dry and Dylan had finally stepped out of his 5 year old mind set and grown up, which meant I had been left in peace to die in my mind.

I murmur an answer to Dylan, that he takes as a yes and disappears into the kitchen.

Chris was 'too mature' to join us in the pool and Dylan had watched him watch telly for the last half an hour, the whole while singing 'Oh Happy Days' from the pool side, twiddling his blonde hair.

I'm pretty sure he was planning ways to kill himself so he could escape the awkward hell.

If you haven't already gathered that Dylan, Chris and Liam are all brothers. then I'll explain it a little clearer.

Chris and Liam are twins. Although they are not identical, they do share the same face shape, perfect smile and blue eyes.

Liam and Chris are both 29 (four years older than me and Dylan). Liam took over his Dad's business when he left college and is now a successful business man. On the other hand Chris and Dylan left school at 16 and now live off of  their deceased fathers life earnings and live in this bachelor pad together, drinking beers every night.

I'd known the three brothers since a young age and the business that their father owns is also partially owned by my father as well.  The brothers parents are dead where as mine live  to this day and haven't seen me in an awfully long time.....something like four years.

I'd fallen in love with Liam sometime in high school and had grown up loving him. I'd been surrounded by blues eyes since the age of two and had played for many hours with Dylan throughout my school life, more than the others because he was the same age as me.

Unlike Dylan I had grown up.

I've lived my life with Liam since I'd left school and am currently unemployed because I'd been living off of Liam's earnings (I'm sad to say). My only skills are taking photos. (That's never come in handy). To be honest I'm not much different to the two blonde brothers I've set camp up at, at the moment...

I've now resulted to staring at Chris partly because Dylan is perched on the sofa next to him, talking in a hushed voice, quite enough so that I couldn't hear and occasionally glancing towards me.

I watch them for a good ten minutes and surprising they don't notice me.

As I start to get restless I paddle (still on my lilo) to the pool side and drag myself out, thankfully staying dry. As I turn to face the kitchen, I notice that Chris has gone and Dylan has approached me with a concerned look.

"Chris told me what happened." He said, failing to meet my eye. "How Liam, you know, like...you know ---shagged another girl ." He spat out.

I knew that Dylan looked up to his older brother more than he did Chris because Liam had done something with is life. I also knew that Dylan would never have thought this would happen, with any of his brothers, especially not Liam. That's why he had this horrified look in his eye, however hard he tried to suppress it, it stood out like a wart on a pretty girls face.

I could feel the water of sorrow start to surround me again and I felt like a crumbling old ruin.

"I'm so sorry Faith." Dylan whispered.

The next thing I know, Dylan pulls me into a firm hug and I melt into his bare chest and cry out the remaining water in my body.

For a split second I didn't want Liam back. It was like I resized all the stuff he had done to me and all the memory's of how it was Dylan and Chris who came round for Christmas with my family, not my boyfriend ... - but it didn't last.

It's funny how you can change a frame of mind that quickly....