Being Cindy's Sister

Chapter 8: You do look like trash. Smells like one, too.

Chapter 8: You do look like trash. Smells like one, too.

"Would you like to drink a glass of water?" River asked with a concerned expression. I tilted my head and stared at him oddly. It's a bit rare for him to care but who am I to talk? I've only known him for a day. It's clear that there's more to this boy than who I'm getting to know earlier.

"Is there something more exciting than water?" he raised an eyebrow at me. I laughed. "Okay, okay. I didn't mean something that would get me drunk- stop giving me that look, River! I was trying to say that some juice would be nice. Way better than water."

River chuckled, shaking his head, before leaving me to head downstairs. I smiled to myself whilst staring at his retreating back.

He's been total nice to me. It's surprising, really. After that aching moment, he excused us both from the table. They were a bit hesitant at first but after River said something about apologies and making it up to me and after assuring them that I'll be okay with him- they let us go.

So he brought me to the balcony and before I knew it, he was already asking me little things like if I was okay or if there was something he could do to make me feel better.

It was kind of sweet, really.

But I still didn't hear an apology from him!

But still, sweet.

So me, being the lovable girl I am, told him, "Maybe keeping your distance would make me feel better."

Aren't I the sweetest thing?

No?

What I said only made him laugh, thinking that I wasn't serious. Said that my statement is making my personality lovelier.

Jokes on him. I can really see the sarcasm hidden in his statement, you know.

"Here's your juice," I heard River say. I looked up and saw him handing me a goblet. I muttered a small thank you before chugging up all the liquid.

After that was a long nice silence. We both just stared at the dark blue sky, observing the stars.

River, then, cleared his throat. "So...you like him, huh? Clint, I mean."

I didn't answer, questions playing in my head. Is it right to trust him with this secret? River is Clint's friend, he could tell it to Clint anytime just because he wants to mock me. If I confirmed it, he could make Clint or any of their friends hate me.

But somewhere deep inside me is someone convincing myself to trust him. That with him, it will be alright. Everything will be fine.

I shrugged. "I wasn't supposed to. But somehow, I became attracted to the guy," I looked at River's green orbs, "I never meant to like him like that, you know."

River nodded, his gaze was soft. "I know, Alex." He locked my hands in his. "I know, cookie." His other hand made its way to make cheek, his fingers wiping my tears aside. Weird how I never noticed myself crying. "I wanted to tell you to stop crying, cookie. But I know how hurt you are." He, then, pulled me against him. I was surprised but I still buried my head at his chest letting his fingers run softly though my hair. "So don't. Don't hide your feelings, Cookie. If crying is the solution right now then cry. But after this I want to see you as you are. Strong and cheerful. The sunshine of everyone."

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"Gross, you look horrible!" Travis said for the nth time. I groaned in annoyance and glared at him. Still, he continued insulting me. "Like really, really horrible. And if that horrible needs more descriptions to it, I'd say terrible. Like terrible horrible. Oh wait, sounds wrong. More like terribly horrible."