Lauren's POV
A couple days after the barbecue Caleb and I decided to go to a little place where they have milkshakes, smoothies and all that kind of stuff. He's going to pick me up at seven. It's now six and I don't know what to wear. Normally I would just get in something and don't care about it but tonight I want to look nice. I'm standing in my closet with a lot of clothes on the ground. I feel such a girl at the moment.
''MARCUS!'' I yell from my closet.
''YES?'' He yells from his room.
''Can you help me?'' I yell back. I hear my door open and see Marcus coming towards me.
''Oh lord did a bom explode here?'' He laughs.
''Not funny. I don't know what to wear. I need your manly advice.'' I look at him with my puppy eyes.
''You don't have to do those eyes.'' He says while pointing at my eyes.
''I don't know what you're talking about.'' I giggle.
''First of all you can't wear anything to revealing and second you will look good in everything.'' He kisses me on top of my head and runs his hands through my clothes that are still hanging in my closet.
''I like this.'' Marcus says. He grabs a simple white shirt and my striped pants.
''Heels or no heels?'' I ask him.
''Defenetly NO heels.'' He says to me.
''Alright no heels. Thank you for the help big Bro, I love you!'' I kiss him on the cheek and he walks away so I can get ready. I let my hair lose.
I apply a little mascara and some light lipstick. I get a coat and throw it over my shoulder. I look at my Phone and see that's already five for seven. I run downstairs and grab my bag. I throw some stuff in it and kiss my brothers.
A knock on the door. I walk to the door but Collin beats me to it.
''Lauren can you wait over there please.'' Collin says while he points to the livingroom. I sigh and walk towards Marcus and Jeffrey.
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Teen FictionAbuse isn't something anyone would want to endure. But unfortunately for Lauren it is something she has to deal with on a daily basis. After the loss of her mother 5 years ago, her father took a turn for the worst. Can she cope with it on her own or...