❝Sleeping Beauty, just because you are awake doesn't mean you can't dream with your eyes open, anyway,❞ he says it so softly his voice barely audible.
I want to kiss him again. I want to kiss him so bad, but I don't. Instead, I make a face and squir...
I messed up. Big time. Help me please, I'm begging you. One letter, one reply that's all it takes to put a smile on my face.
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My brother barged into my room without knocking.
He didn't bother to ask if I was decent or if anything he wouldn't like to see was going on, he just wandered into the room singing to the theme song of Dora The Explorer.
"D-D-Dora! D-D-Dora! Dora, Dora, Dora The Explorer!" he sang as he threw himself on my bed and rested his hand on his chin staring at me the whole time.
He was lucky Leighanne was in the shower otherwise she would've chased him out with a slipper for not saying Good Morning.
He gave my outfit a look over: blue jeans ripped at the knee and his old football shirt tied up to resemble a crop top. Of course, I wasn't able to pick out this outfit for myself. That's why I had my best friend, Leighanne, sleepover to do the job for me.
She had also styled my hair into two, neat cornrows and added blue and white (the school's colour) eyeshadow on my eyelids.
Today was the start of the football season meaning the first big game which would determine their reputation.
They can either be named the 'shit squad' or 'don't mess with them' team depending on this match so I had agreed to cheer Denzel and his team on.
Last year, Denzel's grades had gotten so bad that he was kicked off the football team and when they lost their first match, everybody agreed it was because Denzel wasn't there.
So, this year, they relied on him to lead them to victory.
I don't know how he handled all this pressure. Lately, he's been avoiding questions and smiling and cracking jokes every opportunity he gets and I am worried about him.
"Is there a reason you're in my room?" I question him as I search my room for my phone and purse under my laundry pile.
"Look, Kris, this match means a lot to me. I need to prove myself to the team again. Plus, scouts will be coming to the match. So please don't do anything embarrassing," I was surprised by his worrying demeanour replacing his care-free one so suddenly so I could do was nod my head.
The silence filled our room like a rushing tap slowly swallowing a bathtub.
"You know, for someone so ugly, you clean up well," he smirks at me breaking the silence.
I would've made a comment about how we had the same genes and if I was ugly, so was he but I knew what would truly get to him, "Shut up baby brother."
It got to him every time, I don't think he will ever be over our two minutes birth separation.
"Two minutes! It was two damn minutes!" He let out a frustrated sigh.
