But It's a Guy Shirt

Chapter 23: It's My New Favorite Thing

     The world works in mysterious ways.

     And sometimes we do crazy things.

     For example: Alex just suggested if he can sleep here at my house, since it's still currently raining outside.

     My smartass said, "sure."

     For some reason, I still feel no regrets at all.

"We got extra blankets if you need them, hun," my mother says, poking her head into my room. "And don't stay up too late when it's time for bed, okay?"

I roll my eyes out of embarrassment. "Mom, we're not five."

"Of course not, dear," my mother replies, before turning her attention to Alex sitting on the floor beside my bed. "Just tell me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will," he says, giving my mom a smile.

     Just before shutting the door, she gives us a serious stare. "And remember to in stay in your own beds at all time-"

     "Mom," I quickly interrupt her before she embarrasses me even more. "We get it."

     She plasters on an innocent smile. "I'll be downstairs watching The Parent Trap if you need me."

     "Which version?" I ask.

     "1961," my mother replies.

     We watch her close the door, and immediately afterwards I let out a sigh of relief. "I can't believe I'm gonna be like that some day."

"Like what?" Alex asks, as he ruffles his hair.

"Like a mom," I mumble with annoyance, as I pull out a huge bag of chips from beside my bed. "Embarrassing my kids without a care."

     "I think you'd make a great mom, though," I hear him say, causing me to quickly glance his way.

     I wipe away a few messy strands of hair off my face. "Really?"

     He nods his head.

     I stare at him for a few seconds, before immediately turning away. "Shut up."

     "I'm not joking, beautiful," Alex says with a chuckle. "You'll be a great mom."

     I face him again with a raised eyebrow. "How?"

     He leans against my bed, resting his arm on my blanket. "Well, you're funny. You could tell your kids jokes to make them laugh."

I can't help but avert my eyes to my hands, still listening to him as he continues.

"You're also such a fucking nice person-"

I quickly interject. "No, I'm not-"

"Yes, you are," Alex says, cutting me off. He ends up staring at my face for a few moments, his eyes wandering freely. "And-"

I tilt my head. "And what?"

He bites his bottom lip in thought before letting out a quiet sigh. "And you're really beautiful."

His last statement was said in a low voice, yet it seemed like the loudest thing in this silent room.

My eyes can't help but stare into his before dropping down to the bag of chips in my hands. "Thanks," I say quietly.

     He gives me a smile in return.

     At this moment, my little sister bursts into the room. "Give me money."

     I scrunch my eyebrows at her sudden appearance and random statement. "Um, excuse me?" I ask in confusion.

     In response, Delilah rolls her eyes. "Give me money, please?"

     I shake my head. "No, I mean why? What's the money for, deli meat?"

     "I'm going to meet Charlie at the park, and then we're gonna head to the dollar store," she explains, and that's when I take notice of her outfit: a floral sweatshirt and black leggings.

"Why the dollar store?" Alex asks.

"Everything's cheap," Delilah responds with a shrug. Then she turns back to me. "Now give me money."

I let out a sigh and step off my bed. "Just a second," I mutter, as I make my way over to my dresser and pull out a few dollars. "Here, go crazy."

Delilah sticks out her tongue playfully before taking the money and closing the door.

I let out a sigh and walk back over to my bed.

     "I find it cool that our sisters are friends," Alex says, taking a chip from the bag.

     "Best friends," I add. "Delilah always corrects me when I say 'friend.'"

     Alex chuckles softly. "Best friends," I hear him mumble to himself.

     I can't help but stare at him, as he rests his head on my bed. "I'm gonna play with your hair, if you don't mind."

     His eyes look up in my direction and he flashes me smile. "Be my guest, gorgeous."

Trying my best to ignore the last word of his sentence, I scoot closer and run my hands through his hair.

"Why's your hair always so fucking soft?" I ask quietly.

He lets out a laugh. "Hair conditioner?"

I continue stroking his hair. "But it's softer than my sister's, and she takes like two hours in the shower."

He shrugs his shoulders. "Then it's magic."

I let out a chuckle. "Cool."

We let the comfortable silence surround us for a moment, as we sit here in my room. I later decide to attempt to braid Alex's hair.

     "Ow," he mutters, as I tug slightly at his hair. "Ivy, what are you doing?"

     "Making you look like a million bucks, babe," I say playfully, as I lightly pinch his cheek.

     He lets out a tired laugh, his eyes looking up to meet mine. "Call me 'babe' more often, please. I think it's my new favorite thing."

     For some reason, I can help but blush. End me now.

     "Shut up," I end up responding to his statement, as I clear my throat. "Just close your eyes and let me continue playing with your hair."

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