My Boyfriend's Brother

2. Rude

I stare at the house across the street from me. I'm just steps away from seeing the love of my life, whom I haven't seen for three years, and my nervousness is about to be the death of me.

I can't help but notice how exceptionally beautiful it is outside today. The sky was a striking blue, with tints of red and violet, and the flowers that lined everyone's in the neighborhoods flower beds were in beautiful bloom. Maybe it's just me.

I looked up at their house. It was slim, but I've been inside it before, and it's very spacious and large, considering the look it gives off from the curb, at first glance. It looked like it took a lot of work designing it, but it is very cute.

Several people were going in and out of the house, boxes in their hands as they made their way in.

There were even gardeners planting more flowers in the extra flower beds already. The flower bed that it looks like they purchased themselves that sat on the porch, was filled with row after row of incredulous daisies and violets.

As I make my way to the curb, the butterflies in my stomach intensify, increasing my nervousness. Needless to say I am extremely nervous, however, I found reassurance.

The front door was wide open, and I could see Steven taking the tape off of a box.

"Hello?" I stepped halfway onto the porch, awaiting an answer.

Steven turned instantly, and dropped the box when he heard my voice and came to the door.

"Emma?"

"I guess so." I laugh.

He pulls me into his arms.

"You're actually real! I haven't seen you in forever!" He exclaims, as we laugh together.

"I am so, nervous still, even after seeing you." I admit.

"Who is this?" I heard a female voice call from behind him.

"Mum, this is Emma. Emma, this is my mum, Anne." He introduces us.

"So your the famous Emma I've been so anxious to meet! I'm so happy to finally meet you!" She smiles, and reaches out to shake my hand. I return with a firm hand shake.

"No problem, Erm- Anne. It's nice to finally meet you too." I tell her.

"Would you guys like some help? It might help it get done a tad faster."

"That would be great, sweetie, but you don't have too. It's our problem."

"I want to." I assure her with a smile.

She smiles and heads to get another box from the truck outside.

Meanwhile, Steven placed his arm around me. "When the house is unpacked, I'm taking you out on a real date, no ifs ands or buts." He tells me, as I open up an old box, filled with issue after issue of an old comic magazine.

"Are these yours?" I asked, biting my lip to contain my laughter.

"Those are my brothers. He and our dad collected them all, so they're important to him."

"You don't have to unpack that. Just set it on the staircase, and I'm sure he'll see it."

Steven leans over, and places his lips upon my cheek, making my face turn a bright red.

I was carrying the large box filled with his little brothers comic books over to the stairs, when I bumped into somebody. The end result was a bunch of dust in the air, from having dropped the old box.

"Sorry." It was a boy who looked a little younger than Steven, but they looked like a good pair of friends. I'm glad he's already found one, so I don't have to worry.

Unlike Steven, He had glossy emerald eyes, and messy curly brown hair.

"Hey, those are mine, what are you doing with them?" He asked.

"Yours? I'm supposed to bring them to Steven's little brother."

"I am his little brother." He said, rubbing his arm that he'd hit on the box.

"Your the little brother?" I couldn't help but be astonished. Steven had made it sound like he was 4 or something. I could only hope his sister was of age as well.

"To hard to believe, huh. I got all the looks, he got the smarts."

I ignore his immature comment, and instead, focus on the comic books.

"These are yours?" I question.

"Yes, problem?" He said, swiftly grabbing the now filled box from the floor, and slinging it into one arm. I notice one last book on the floor, and I reach to pick it up before he stops me. "I'll get it. A girl as pretty as you doesn't need to be here picking stuff up anyways."

"So, you are Steven's brother?"

"Correct you are." He confirms,

Bringing the box closer to him.

"I thought you were a little kid."

"Do I look like a little kid to you at all?" He sounded annoyed. "I'm in High School. Who are you anyways?"

"I'm Steven's girlfriend." I answer,

Ignoring how rude he's being to me.

"Ahh. Your the girlfriend. Your the reason we moved away from my dad." He sighed. "I'm Harry, and I don't like you." He extends his hand to shake my own. Is it just me or does he seem bipolar?

"Excuse me?" I shoot him a look of disgust. "Your brother happened to get into a college near where I attend high school, and he wanted to be near me, so you moved."

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. Let me rephrase that, Hi, My name is Harry, and I'm just not very happy we moved here, and you happen to be the main reason we did. So, what's your name?"

"Emma. And what's with these books anyways?"

"Why does it matter to you? They have sentimental value, nosey."

"It's just that I've never seen a teenage guy with such a large amount of those before." I laugh.

"Weird, coming from someone wearing a dress like that."He smiles and looks closer at my dress. "Are those rhinestones? Really?" He points.

I cover my dress with my cardigan.

"What's your deal, Harry?"

"Nothing, I've just never seen a teenage girl dress like that before."

He laughed.

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