Layla dashes out the front door, Heather's car horn beeping like a clown's nose. Heather has always been the complete opposite of Layla. Where Layla likes simple, neutral colors, Heather enjoys neons and patterns. Where Layla likes to run, Heather plays water polo. Where Layla has dark hair and light eyes, Heather is a platinum blonde with dark brown eyes. The only thing that's similar between those two is that they've been each other's neighbor since elementary school.
"Bye, Micah! Try not to get into any trouble!" Layla waves as I close the door behind her and wave back. When I start on the dishes, I remember what she said to be today at breakfast.
"I don't care what you cook for me; everything you make tastes amazing." It was such a small compliment, but why did I feel such an increase of pressure in my chest after she said it? The last dish goes into the drying rack next to the sink, and I run downstairs and into my room, throwing myself into my desk chair and turning on my personal system.
We're three years apart, and I've been living with them officially for the past two and a half years. Why am I starting to feel jittery at Layla's presence now? Am I developing feelings for her? No, that would be impossible. She's basically a... younger sister? No, we aren't that close. A second cousin? Nah, definitely not. I twirl in my chair, lost in thought and waiting for my computer to fully boot up. The only thing I can think to do is sigh.
"Oh, Layla, what have you done?"
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Paper Flower
Teen FictionMeet Layla, a senior at Stone-gate High School, who has bright blue eyes, jet black hair, and an important decision to make. Meet Micah, a tall, yet sweet blonde boy who's been by Layla's side since her mother passed away in a freaky lab accident. A...
