Crazy,Awkward,Sweet

Life After Disaster

I knocked on Reese's door. I couldn't sleep after we all came back from the café, and I had questions. I couldn't go to Nate without looking like a jealous girlfriend. Especially when I had blatantly friend-zoned him. The only other person who knew Darcy as well as Nate, was Reese.

I knocked again, this time with more urgency. Again however, my dear step brother chose to ignore me, leaving me with no choice but to barge in. I had seldom stepped into the fat boy lair, only because each time I did, the stench of stale Doritos made me want to vomit. Tonight, was no different.

"Jesus!" I grumbled, pulling my shirt up so that it covered my nose. I stumbled across his sea of scattered clothes, until I made it to his bed. "Reese, wake up." I whispered, nudging his shoulder.

"Mom, I swear Matey ate the last loaf of bread, not me." He mumbled sleepily. I glared at him flatly and pinched his arm really hard. "Ahh!" he cried out.

"Nice to know, i'm the fall guy, when you vacuum all the food up." I narrowed my eyes at him. Reese yawned and stretched out his arms, ignoring me. "I need to talk to someone...I need to talk to you."

Reese sat up, giving me his undivided attention. "Go on." He drawled out, intrigued. It was at that exact moment that I realized I made a mistake coming to Reese. Could I really ask Reese, and not be shamed by my brother.

He has to have an ounce of sympathy, right?

"You're wasting all my beauty sleep! Not all of us have the courage to wake up and go out in public with bags under our eyes, Matey." he rolled his eyes, annoyed.

That would be a no-go for sympathy.

"Reese, I need you to be honest with me in the next five minutes. Can you do that for me?" I asked, dubiously. Reese sobered up and nodded, realizing I was being completely serious.

"Okay, shoot."

I closed my eyes, collecting my troubled thoughts. For hours, I had stared at my ceiling, asking myself questions I didn't have answers to. Now was my chance to get answers, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know them. Not when I felt that Nate could still be in love with Darcy. Not after seeing her at the cafè and seeing how Nate was a completely different person around her.

But I needed to know he'd be okay.

"I want you to tell me about Nate and Darcy. I need to know and I can't ask Nate. So please, tell me everything I need to know about their tragically compromised love story, or whatever." I blurted out, without so much as a filter for myself. As my mother liked to say, filters were for coffee, not mouths.

"Matey, they're not going to get together if that's what you're worried about. Nate is-"

"Still in love with Darcy?" I cut him off, "Yeah, I saw that at the cafe today Reese. I don't need you to repeat that little fact. What I do want, is for you to tell me that this Darcy girl is good for him. That she makes him smile when he's angry or upset. Tell me that she makes him laugh at her little quirks, and that he likes to hold her hand under tables because he doesn't like PDA, but he still likes the way her hand fits perfectly in his. Will she have a list of everything she loves about him, and keep marks of them when he shows them? Is she going to go through great lengths to make sure he knows that no matter what, she'll be there, even when he doesn't want her to be. Especially, when he doesn't want her to be. Tell me that Darcy, is all of this for him." I rambled, blinking back my own tears.

Reese frowned deeply and engulfed me in his arms. I sobbed into his shoulder and I tried to stop, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

"Hey, Hey," he spoke softly against my hair, "Nate and Darcy never had that, they never had what you have with him. He loves Darcy, but not like he loves you. He is crazy for you, and you're just plain crazy." He quipped, chuckling. I smiled and leaned away from him, wiping away any stray tears.