Yesterday me and jay kind of made up. I don't know I'm not sure. He said "Ive always liked you" but then when I asked if it's official he was all like "maybe" like what the fuck is that supposed to mean?
I rolled out of bed and walked to my closet and picked out an outfit. An oversized t and a pair of black sweatpants. I walked into the bathroom and took a shower. I was washing the soap out of my eyes when I heard someone knocking on the door. I ignored it a couple times until they started banging. "CALI" My mom yelled. "WHAT" I snapped. "Get out your brothers here". "Ugh" I turned the water off and hopped out the shower. Yes. I have a brother his name is Brandon he's 19. He was in New York with his friends for months.
I walked downstairs calmly into the kitchen where Brandon was sitting down talking to our mom. "Give your brother a hug" my mom said. This might sound hella evil to say but I never liked Brandon. All the attention was and is always on him. He's handsome, popular, athletic and then there's me the anti social daughter. Brandon walked over to me and gave me a hug "miss me" he smirked. I rolled my eyes.
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Um, yes I'm aware that this is Evan Peters (gosh I love him😍) but let's just pretend this is what Brandon looks like (OR leave it up to your imagination)
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Mom: football was good?
Brandon: football? *he had a confused look on his face for a second I guess he forgot about the lie he told our mom*
Mom: football.
Brandon: ohhh. Yeah it was good.
I stood at the end of the table with my arms crossed. Before Brandon left to New York he told me not to tell our mom that he wasn't really there for football. I thought about snitching, but I didn't.
*my phone rang*
It was a FaceTime call from Savannah. I walked into the living room and answered it.
