knock knock
“Yeah?!” I hear his voice call through the door and I take a deep breath before walking into his room.
“Harry?” I have to take a minute to let my eyes adjust. Harry has always had this weird thing about the dark. He loves it, he always has minimal amounts of lights on and always has his curtains shut tight. Harry is currently sitting on his bed, reading a sports magazine. He looks up and when he sees me snaps it shut and a scowl makes it’s way onto his face.
“What do you want, asshat?” He snaps at me, throwing his magazine to the floor.
“I just wanna talk Harry, god, stop acting like a five year old.” I grumble, shutting the door behind me and leaning against the wall.
“Is this about your lame little girlfriend yesterday? Because, I’m not apologizing to you or that bitch.” He smirks at me and I know he’s testing me to see where my breaking point is.
“First off, don’t ever call her a bitch again and second, it’s not really about that.” I stare at him intensely before beginning, “Why are you so pissed off at me, Harry?”
Harry blinks and then bursts out laughing, “You’re seriously asking that, Marcie? It’s not like you pretended to be me or anything, then slept with my girlfriend. No that couldn’t possibly be why.” He says sarcastically and I rub my forehead.
“You’re right Harry.” I say smugly, “It’s not because of that, there’s something else, something you aren’t telling me.”
His face falters for a moment, but he quickly puts his smirk back on his face, “No, I’m pretty sure it’s because you f^cked my girlfriend.”
“God dammit, Harry!” I groan, “I didn’t go there planning to do that to you-”
“Then why did you go there?! Huh, Marcel?! Why did you go to that stupid party, dressed in my clothes, with my hair style, pretending to me if it wasn’t to nail my girlfriend?! WHY?!” He yells at me, standing up from his bed, his fists balled up at his sides. It’s a good thing our mom is at work or this would be a very short conversation.
“BECAUSE I WAS JEALOUS, OKAY?!” I yell right back at him, flinging my hands up in defeat. “I was stupidly jealous of my little brother!”
Harry had been taking steps towards me and now, he stood still, surprise written all over his face, “What?” He asks, “What do you mean, you were jealous of me?”
I sigh, running a hand through my hair, “I was jealous of how everybody liked you. And you didn’t even try. I tried, Harry. I tried so hard for people to like me but all they ever noticed was you. You think I work this hard on my academics for kicks and giggles? No. It was the one thing you were bad at, the one thing that I could do better at. But it wasn’t enough, okay? I got greedy and I wanted to know how it felt to have everyone like you. So I went to that stupid party.”
Harry is staring at me in absolute shock, “Are you being serious? You are jealous of me? That’s why you dressed up as me?”
