Yes, I'm With The Emo Boy

Courage is NOT a Regular Attribute

Lisi's P.O.V

Ugh! I dropped the keys again, my slippery hands are being such a nuisance. I gripped them and opened up the door. I threw down the bag and flopped on the shiny leather couch. Alex awkwardly stood by the door looking at me expectantly.

"You wanna catch a cold boy?Come in." 

He awkwardly walked threw the door and bit his lip looking around with grudged approval. I finger combed my wet floppy hair looking at his bedraggled clothes. 

"Um, Alex, I think you'll need to borrow my brother's clothes."

I looked down and made an embarrassing noise in his throat.

"I'd give you the grand tour but-" My little brother Damian walked in with bags under his eyes(he should seriously get some cream)  looking as pasty white as a ghost. He shuffled muttering a hi and took out some cereal from one of the cupboards in the kitchen that is attached to the living room.

"Cereal," I asked, "In the afternoon?"

"It's all there is besides fruits, vegetables and soup" he grunted, walking out of room barely lifting his head. Urgh, canned soup, the bane of my existence. I hate it. 

"So......" Alex said making the o trail.  "What now?"

"I dunno, I guess u'll need new clothes and stuff...so come with me, " I led him up the big grand winding staircase into the second floor. I walk towards the door where weird sounds and moans are coming from. Alex looks at me weirdly as I move to open the door.

"What?" I asked staring at him.

"Don't you know, there is someone, BUSY, there?" he asked with a tight voice.

"You mean busy having the 'Time of their life' , yea.. why?" I rolled my eyes and stared at him.

"Don't you atleast knock,to give them time to- oh no, LISI!"

I opened the door and there in full view was my brothers naked butt.  EWWWW!!!!

"BRANDON ROBERT-" I didn't get to finish because of Alex's hands both covering my eyes and my mouth and pulling me back. 

"Oh my God Lisi, seriously?" He closed the door so softly that even a mouse would be jealous.

I crossed my arms. "What? Just having some fun disrupting them and seeing the look on their faces! Don't be such a bum!" 

 I pouted and uncrossed my arms slouching as best as I could. 

"I guess the spare room could do you good," 

I walked down to the east wing of the basement and opened the door to an ENORMOUS walk in closet(the best description of this room would be designer thrift shop). Complete with all my brothers' (and mine) clothes collection.

 I looked at my older brother's side. 

"What size do you wear?"

Alex blushed scratching the back of his neck. 

"I don't really know, I just wear cothes that fit me,"

I run around looking for suitable clothes. 

"Oh my Bejeezus, hello ma baby!"

 I spied the most suitable outfit for Alex, 

"I think this girl is gonna give you a complete make ova and do ova!"

 I grabbed the clothes pulled Alex to the downstairs bathroom, pushed him in there and stuffed the cothes in his hands, 

"Happy make over! come upstairs when you're done!"

 I heard him groan as I waltzed upstairs to take care of my ruined face. 

Alex's P.O.V

As soon as I saw that wicked glint in her eye, I should've run. 

Should have run far.. far.. far away..

But instead I stood there like a lost puppy letting myself be dragged away by this.....this, crazy.... person..?

. I laughed and tried to put on the stupid tighta*s jeans she has given me. I looked at myself in the mirror.

Well this is new...

I usually stick with darker colors, but I'm wearing a bright green t-shirt the same color of my eyes and a super tight pair of jeans.

Yeesh, I put on the squeezing high tops she gave me and walked upstairs. At least I'm not soggy and wet, but I could be better. I heard the water running in a tiny room on the end of the row of doors. I walked to them and saw her opening her make up bag, her face fully cleaned of all that muck. 

She looked hot... make-up-less, but hot. I wish I could get enough courage to tell her that...

 But I just stood there staring at her like an idiot. She hadn't even noticed me.

 She uncapped a mascara, I mean whatever you call it and was about to it it on her eyes when I blurted out the exact thing I was trying not to say.

"Don't, you look beautiful, you're fine, don't put on any of that sh*t" 

I put my hand over my mouth blushing, shit. Why did I do that?!

Lisi, spun towards me and blushed, "I-I thanks," her eyes became misty and I saw little tears forming in them.

I stared at her, still blushing, "You ok?"  asked concern obviously evident in my voice.

"Yes," she clutched the counter so she could steady herself, "It's just no one, no one....not even my boyfriends or my dad ever said this to me..... and you're a guy who just met me about some hours ago and you're telling me this.... thank you..." a tear streaked down her right cheek, then her left, then it just came to plain sobbing. 

I stood there awkwardly, wondering what to do. Yea, I comfort my sister all the time at home, but comforting a girl my age.. not that much. Yes, I know, I'm inexperienced....I made up my mind decided to hug her.

And I hugged her.

She rested her head n my shoulder clutching on tight as I hugged her. I never thought she'd hug back. But here she is, hugging more than I am. But I still don't know why she's crying. She's got a perfect life and everything, what's to cry about?  

"I'm sorry," she blubbered, "You're probably thinking I'm a cry baby right now."

Score,I thought sadly, But I just shook my head and continued patting her back.

"I guess I'll have to tell you now," she said softly. ".. Since you've seen me cry.."

"About what?"I asked,confused.Other than everything's perfect?What's there that would bother you being perfect?

"About the real me," she dried her tears and smiled weakly at me . And I, of course smiled weakly back.