A Broken Act

Act III

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Later on that day, Isabel came back from the university, looking exhausted. Her bright red hair was a mess, her backpack that should be on her shoulder was on the floor instead, getting dragged behind her as she made her way inside. I looked up from the script I was reading before she arrived, my eyebrows automatically frowning as I take in her appearance. The usual ball of energy looked as if all her energy was drained out of her body.

"What happened? You look like shit."

She slumped on the couch I was sitting on, sprawling out her hands beside her. She turned her head to look at me. "Wow, Big Bro. Thank you. I know that I already look like shit and I appreciate that you told me out loud."

I shifted on my seat so I can look at her properly. "What the fuck happened?"

She shook her head, her eyes closed. "Just the usual. School work is just draining the life out of me."

Leaning towards her, I used my left hand to ruffle her hair, knowing that it has the ability to make her feel relaxed. "You better get some rest then. We can't let you get sick now, right?"

She leaned into my head, a smile appearing on her lips. "Thanks, Big Bro." Sitting up straight, she turned to look at the script that's currently on my lap. "What's that thing on your lap?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her sudden curiosity. Lifting the book up, I showed her the front cover, which is just plain light blue in color with the title Temporary Bliss printed in a fancy cursive. "It's the script for the movie."

"Woah," she said, her eyes wide as she stared at the script I'm holding. Without another word, she snatched it from my hand, flipping through the pages excitedly.

"Careful, brat. You might tear the pages."

"Sorry." She gave me an apologetic smile before she continued flipping through the pages and scanning the words printed on the papers, this time more carefully. "What's your role here?"

"I got one of the lead roles."

Her hand stopped turning the page midway, her head snapping to look at me. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Oh my god, that's so cool!" She was grinning at me and before I knew it, she lunged at me to hug me. "I always knew that you were good at acting. I'm so proud of you, Big Bro!"

I let a small smile appear on my lips when she broke the hug and looked at me. "Thanks, Izzy."

Returning to her seat earlier, she closed script then returned it to me. "Oh, so who got the other role? Are they a girl?" She laughed, finding her own thoughts funny. "Oh boy, if it's a girl, I can't wait to see what's going to happen. I know that you're as gay as New Year and fourth of July combined, so it would be so amusing to see you kissing a girl."

Isabel continued to laugh as I cringe at what she said. I don't have any problem with girls, but I just don't like the prospect of kissing or having sex with any of them. Just like what she said, I'm fucking gay. I just found guys more attractive than girls in general. I mean, girls are pretty, but I couldn't see myself being in a relationship with one.