My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Talking about Sophia. My big mouth.

Chapter 4. Cassidy

Friday night. Just one more week and I will be done with high school. I cannot wait!

But for now I have to focus on today. Today is prom. I have no date, and I know Liam knows. I also know he'll make me go even if he has to go with me. That is not okay with me. Just FYI. Don't get me wrong, I love him to death, he is my best friend, but bringing a family member to prom. Big no no. Especially at my school. Directioners galore. Then there is the anti-directioners who absolutely hate anyone and anything that has to do with One Direction. That and everyone would find out that I'm Liam's sister. It's not like I have all that many friends there anyway. Which is a big reason why I'm ready to get out of high school. Is it bad that I would rather go to prom alone than with my brother?

Anyways I had to get up and out of bed. I brushed my hair and jumped in the shower. As I got out, I heard somebody singing in the hallway. It was voice of an angel. It couldn't have been more perfect. It was either Harry, or Liam. The more I listened, the more I realized it was my brother. He was singing his favorite song that they did. One thing. No matter how old that song was, he would never stop loving it.

I just hoped he didn't sing about Sophia. I did not like her at all, and he knew it. But he couldn't see what a monster she was. She was always rude to me, and was never, and I mean never, nice to any of the guys, or to mom or dad or anyone for that matter. She was just so rude. She treated me like a five-year-old. She always acted differently around him though. She acted like she loved me. But we all know in reality, she absolutely detested me.

I walked out of the bathroom in my clothes. Liam was a little outside of the hallway. He was still singing, but then he looked up at me and stopped and smiled.

"I love you, you know that right?" he asked.

"Of course I do." I replied. "Why would you think I think otherwise?"

"I don't. I just like letting you know."

"Well I love hearing it. I love you too, Bubba." I smiled. I loved my brother. And I loved hearing that he loved me too. I just didn't understand what he saw in his girlfriend.

He smiled too. It didn't spread to his eyes. His eyes the trouble.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He sighed.

"I guess I just don't understand why you and Sophia can't get along." I sighed.

"Liam, when you're not around she treats me like a baby. Like I'm not eighteen. And like she's more important to you than I am. She may deny it, and she may act differently around you, but that's what she's like when you're not around. I try and be nice, but when we are alone, she's a lot different, and I can't stand her." I replied.

"Really?" He sounded astonished. I nodded.

"Like I said, she acts differently around you." He shook his head, I guess he still didn't believe me. Maybe she's right. Maybe he does care more about her than he does me. But I still refuse to believe that he doesn't care about me enough to listen to me. He would ask her, there was no doubt that he would do that. But she would deny it, and he would believe her. I just knew that was what was going to happen.

It drives me insane to see him in pain like this. It drives me crazy knowing that she is no good for him, but he is so totally in love with her, and he doesn't even know what she's really like because he is so blinded by his love.

"I'll talk to her about it. I promise," he said. "I'm glad you try to be nice to her, I really am. But I'm just not sure what to feel about any of this right now." I sighed again. Like I said, he would listen, he would talk to her, but there was no way that I could get past the wall that Sophia has put in his brain. How she got it in, I'll never know. But it was there to stay. Not until I could prove to him how she was when he wasn't around.

Harry walked in, with his curls all flat, and his face looking like he just woke up from a good nights sleep.

"Good morning you guys," he said. "What's for breakfast?"

"Geez, you sound like Niall." Liam said. He shrugged.

"I'll make us something. What do you want?"

About that time Niall walked in saying, "I heard something about breakfast." I laughed.

"That never fails." Harry said.

"Do you want to wait for Zayn and Louis? So I can take everybody's order?" I asked.

"Actually," Zayn walked in, "an omelette sounds really good right now." He smiled at me. I rolled my eyes.

"So who wants to wake up Louis?" I asked. All four of them got the most wicked grins across their faces. Uh oh. What did I do?