Time marched by days into months and months into a year. Everything in my life has changed but one thing remains the same. Years ago, I wouldn't have pictured my life the way it is now. Our little family had grown. Brother is engaged with Ayra and father is living with us. Even after a year my mind can never let go of Loren or it's my heart that is still holding Mr. Black. I was looking in the mirror, reading my new look. My long hair was now short reaching my shoulders. I was wearing a maroon, knee-length dress with black boots covering my exposed legs. My contemplation ended with a call, a video call from Jacob.
"Hey."
"Haircut!" Was the first thing he said.
"Yeah," I said touching the ends of my hair. "Ayra insist."
"You look cute in short hair."
"You think so? I prefer long though."
"When did you do it?"
"2 days back."
Adam shouted while entering my room. "Old Levy! How long are you going to stand in front of the mirror."
Jacob chuckled on the other side of the phone.
"Talk to you later, got to go," I said.
"Where?" He asked.
"A boring party," I replied.
"Enjoy." He said.
"Seriously Jake? Bad joke." He laughed and hung off the call.
I walked towards Adam "You little mister-"
"Kids we are late." Father entered. "Keep your argument for later."
"Yes, dad." We both said in unison. "And I am not a kid anymore, I am 18," I added.
"Yes dad, she's old." Adam ran out after saying that.
"You." I tried to run after him, but father caught me before I could.
"If you're grown up, be mature." He said.
"C'mon you always take his side." I threw my hand in the air.
A beeb sound took our attention where father raised his eyebrows. "Admund, he's waiting."
We walked out were brother and Ayra were already waiting in the car. We sat and made our way to the party.
Drive was in silence until Adam's surprise voice boomed in the car.
"Marshmallow! I forgot to give her food."
"I did that," I said, looking at him through the corner of my eyes.
"Thanks." He hugged me from the side.
"Do not hug me when I am wearing this dress."
"Why not? It's a thank-you hug." He hugged again.
"Adam!" I snapped.
"Stop complaining about the dress," Ayra said.
"You know it's pricking," I said.
"Pricking? Aren't you exaggerating?"
Ayra brought this dress to me. I liked it except the pricking thing. I got a sister and a best friend in her.
"No."
"Yes. Now quit complaining, it suits you." She said.
"I never thought a sister can be so-" I halted my sentence, unable to say what I was saying.
"Annoying." Adam continued for me.
Father chortled on this word.
"No, I didn't mean that." I narrowed my eyes at Adam.
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Unintentionally Chased
Teen Fiction"Call me sir" he demanded. "What?" I heard it correct yet asked again to make sure did I hear correct? "Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows without moving his gaze from mine. No way I am going to call him sir...
