Monica's P.O.V
It hurt like hell. I don't know what I'm feeling. I don't even like him like that. So why was I feeling this? I'm so confused. Maybe I want him to be more than my friend. Maybe I wanna be his bestfriend? Maybe it'll wear off if I sleep. The movie's almost finished anyways.
"Right, girls. I'm gonna go sleep already." Brandon announced and went upstairs.
I was deep in my thoughts when suddenly Natasha spoke up.
"Who's the boy Mony?" she smirked.
"What? What boy?" I asked dumbfounded.
"Stop playing dumb and tell us a little of what's going on inside that wave of thoughts. C'mon share a little. We won't say a word." Jeseree said.
"Okay. But I will not mention his name." I said and they nodded eagerly.
"How about we dress up in our pyjamas and go to Mony's room after to talk." Vivianna suggested.
"That's a good idea. I'm gonna go get my stuff from my car." I said.
"I'll wait for you here so I can lead you to your room." Natasha offered.
"Thanks." with that, I rushed to my car and got my backpack. I went in the house and trailed behind Natasha on our way to the room.
She went to her own room to dress up. The room was beautiful. It had cream walls, a small chandelier, a dresser with all the necessities, a king-sized California bed, plush white carpets, a few cabinets, a couch anf a beanbag, a big en súite bathroom and it was fully air-conditioned.
I brushed my teeth, took a quick shower and dressed up in an oversized shirt and undies and covered myself with a night robe.
I was combing my hair when there was a knock on the door. "Come in." I called out. Three eager girls came in their pyjamas. I put my hairbrush down and plopped down on my bed witg them. They had a couple of magazines, nail polish, their iPods and phones. Time for some girl time.
"Start." they said in unison making us laugh.
"He's a really nice guy. He's handsome and cool to hang out with. I don't know what I'm feeling. girls. We're good friends, yes but I don't like him in that way. But everytime he says we're friends or when he's with other bitchez," they laughed, "I get sad and soppy. I hate it. It's messing up my mind. But somehow he makes me feel special."
I made up the girl part so they wouldn't suspect their brother. They were listening while painting their nails, as well as I did.
"Girl, I think you should sort out your feelings. Find out signs if you like him or he likes you.", Natasha adviced. I nodded my head.
"Okay. Let's stop talking about me being a hopeless romantic and do some girl time!" I whooped. They laughed and chorused cheerful shouts making my door burst open.
We snapped our heads quickly to the door to see Brandon holding a bat in his boxers. Boy was he hot! My eyes trailed off from his rock hard 6-pack, defined chest, broad shoulders, plump lips, cute nose and his eyes.
"What the fuck?!" Natasha blurted.
"I thought you were hurt or something. I mean, you were shouting and, yeah. Sorry." he blushed. We laughed but managed to hold our hands up so our nails wouldn't be ruined.
"Haha. Just keep your voices down bitches, I'm having a beauty sleep." he laughed sarcastically and said his words in an annoying mock high-pitched voice making us double our laughter and choke out "okay"s. He rolled his eyes and went back to his room.
