Undercover

1. Four Years Later

"Catch the ball, Nat!!" My brother screamed at me, but it was far too late by then. The ball had hit me right in the face, and it was enough to send me back. It took me a while to see clear again. And my face burned like hell. I knew without looking at it, that it was as red as a tomato. This is what I get for accepting to play sports with my brother. He was too competitive.

After a few minutes, I saw a face come into my vision. His blue-green eyes filled with a little concern. Before he could even say anything, I heard another voice basically screaming at him.

"What the ACTUAL HELL, CAYDEN?! Are you trying to kill her?" Ingrid was already red faced and approaching us faster than I could ever get up.

When Cayden didn't say anything to her, she continued. "Well don't just stand there like a weirdo, HELP HER UP!!"

Cayden immediately grabbed me from under my armpits and in less than five seconds I was standing up. I chuckled slightly. It seemed that Ingrid was the oldest out of all of us, when in reality it was Cayden. He was still a kid at heart. That I knew. Ingrid was more in touch with the mature side of things. It was as if the child in her had grown up with her as well. In that way, Ingrid and I were different. I was 21 going on 22, the youngest, but there was still the little kid inside me. The one who would get excited at new Disney movies, or whenever I saw balloons.

The thing about Cayden though, was that he wasn't nearly as mature as Ingrid was. I know that he hadn't always been on the right track, but he was getting there. The fact that he was home eighty percent of the time was a great indication of that. He had a steady job now, something that he could tell people about and that was really what made me so proud of him. He wasn't perfect, but he was trying to be the best he could be.

They were now arguing about God knows what near the garden. I'm assuming that they were arguing on what plants to buy and what to grow in it. It was a difficult thing. We were all housemates. Our parents had died at least five years ago, which was when Cayden had to step up and become the head of the household. It wasn't really easy since at the time, he had to show that he could take care of a minor and keep the house and all of that good stuff.

I looked around the back yard. My vision went past the fence over to the house next door. That's where he used to live. I would spend hours on end over there, following him around the house and seeing what he was really up to. Cayden had never really liked him. The reason for that is still unknown to me. But whenever I was over there with him, or anywhere with him, my sister would cover for me. Bless her soul. It would have been my home had he never left me at the ministry, by myself.

It hurt to think about him. But he had left me with so many great memories. I knew that I would tell myself that I was over him. And I really wished I was. But there were times that I couldn't help but think about all of the things we did. Sure, we had a few fights over the silly things, like any other couple but it wasn't something that couldn't be fixed. I'd had a few boyfriends before, if you could call them that. And I'd tried to move on. But he was my first love. And maybe he still was.

It had been four years already, and all of the memories still hurt me the same. I remember one time that I accidentally fell asleep on his couch. The next morning, I had woken up with a blanket around me and with the smell of food hitting my nose. We had a movie marathon and even binge-watched shows. It was the best thing I had ever done with anyone. He didn't try to make any moves. He just watched the movies with me and afterward, we discussed the plot and what we thought about the endings and the actors and their performance. Maybe it wasn't really that fun but it was the most fun I had ever had hanging out with someone.

"You still love him, don't you?" Ingrid said as she nudged my shoulder.

I scoffed. "Please. I'm sooooo over him."