before him:
"the last person's hand that I held was taken from me...I don't want that to happen again..."
after him:
"maybe it's okay, just this once, to hold his hand..."
^^I've casted Katherine McNamara as Aubrey (yes, her hair is naturally that red. goals af.)
|Aubrey|
Strumming on my guitar, I add the note to the songbook on my bed.
"Hey Aubs.." my bipolar haired brother, Mikey, walks in my room without knocking.
"Thanks for knocking." I tell him, sarcasm dripping from my lips.
"Whatever." he sticks his tongue out at me,"Have you seen my game controller anywhere?"
He begins looking through piles of paper, movies, and music albums that I hadn't yet put away after moving.
"Why would it be in here?" I set my guitar next to me, close my songbook, and get up from the beanbag I was sitting on.
"You could've hidden it from me..." he infers.
"Okay and what would I have gained from that?" I cross my arms.
"A game controller, obviously." he says in a 'duh' tone, still looking through my stuff.
"Stop looking through my stuff, jesus." I complain.
"Okay, okay, geez I didn't know you had something to hide.." Michael smirks, knowing what he's doing.
"I just don't need Michael fingerprints all over my things." I fire back.
"Okay, so where would a girl hide vulgar magazines.." he pulls open the top drawer on the dresser, which happens to be the place where I'd put my undergarments.
I bolt over to him, "Michael Gordon Clifford, get out."
I try to push him out, but, of course, he's stronger than me. He has a wicked grin plastered across his face as I fix one of my death stares his way.
I've been told that my stares could kill a grown man if they looked for too long.
"Okay, I'm going now." Michael gives in and leaves my room, mumbling something about 'my fucking game controller'.
I shake my head and get to unpacking some of the boxes.
*+*
I flop on my bed, finally finished unpacking the last box.
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I feel like I did a pretty awesome job on my room. I haven't worked like that in a loooonnnggg time.
I sigh out of exhaustion and decide to head downstairs for food. Padding down the staircase, I hear a guitar riff.
