Only you

I dunno. A psycho murderer.

The first week of school came and went. It was a lot quicker than I expected. Nothing happened. Sarah was never home and she still isn't back.

It was Saturday and I sat in front of the tv watching Grey's Anatomy when the door flew open. I grabbed my box of Gold Fish and went towards the door cautiously. A tall, dark figure stepped through and my mind went to the worst case scenario, my brother. I hid my face with the box and my legs gave away so I curled up in a ball on the floor in front of the door. I shrieked and begged for him to leave me alone. My heart was thumping against my chest and my knees were wobbly. My brother did all of this to me. That bitch.

"Kirsten? What the hell are you doing?" A deep voice asked. I peeked over the box and saw a heartwarming face, Mason. I put the box down and he helped me stand up. My heart was still racing but I was shaking less.

"Oh my fucking god Mason! You scared the shit out of me!" I yelled and smacked his arm. He still had a worried look on his face.

"Kirsten, are you okay?" He asked, clearly unaffected by my outburst but worried by my reaction to him coming here.

"Y-yeah." I stammered, shrugging. He knew I wasn't. He knows me better than anyone. My heart was beginning to calm down.

"No you're not, who did you think I was?" He asked, his eyebrows creased together.

"I dunno. A psycho murderer." I lied but it wasn't all false. You could mistake my brother for a psycho murderer. He narrowed his eyes at me but dropped the subject.

"Why are you still here on a Saturday?" He asked, making himself at home on my sofa.

"Cuz I wanna be." I said, adjusting my white, spaghetti strap tank top.

"Let's do something." He said. I raised my eyebrow at him. "Not like that, you perv. I'm talking about-"

"I get it. What do you wanna do?" I asked, flopping down beside him.

"I don't care." He said, looking me up and down.

"Then why are you here? If you don't know what to do, we could watch Grey's Anatomy together." I offered, handing him the box of Gold Fish. He grabbed a handful and threw one up in the air, catching it in his mouth. I giggled and gave him a round of applause.

"Thank you, thank you all." He said, bowing. I rolled my eyes and stared at the screen.

"Meredith is so fucking hot." He said. I gave him a disgusted look and shook my head.

"What? Ellen Pompeo is my second favorite actress." He said.

"Who's your favorite?" I asked, giggling.

"Whoever played Sharpay in High School Musical." He replied.

"Ashley Tisdale?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, her." He said, his mouth full of Gold Fish. I crossed my legs and rested my head on his warm shoulder. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer.

"Who did you really think I was?" He mumbled.

"Warren." I said and I felt his body tense up. Warren Owen was my older brother.

"He's not gonna do that to you again, not while I can stop it." He said quietly. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"I don't wanna talk about this." I said. He kissed my forehead and I sat up.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked again.

"Happier than a hippo eating donuts at the beach." I lied making him laugh. He looks at life so optimistically. He's happy enough for all three of us, or at least he's good at faking it.