short crush / love stories

Respect Women!

Focused on: Blake and Delaney
Delaney
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It wasn't a Friday evening without screaming in the living room from my annoying brother Keegan. I was use to it by now, it was a common background noise in my life when I was doing other valuable things like watching Netflix.
But this time, I noticed, the noise level was doubled. I must've been going crazy. I didn't want to have to yell at more morons except my brother.
The noise started to get worse. And I mean worse. In addition, I couldn't pinpoint who the second voice was, which tensed me up.
I plopped off my bed, my feet directed to the door curiously to find out who the second voice was. Opening my door slightly ajar, I put my ear towards the open crease.
I still couldn't find out who it was and why they were yelling: most likely about a video game because that's what guys liked right? But it was just a game...
I decided it was finally time to yell at them to shut up, because OTHERS lived in this house too! And Keegan should respect that, but he never does.
He's my twin, 3 minutes born before me, so I guess you could call him older. However, I was blessed with working brain cells.
Hesitantly, I took little steps to the living room, and suddenly the noise became so deafening, I just wanted to break the television and his PlayStation 4.
"You suck Webbs," the unknown voice laughs.
"You suck even worser," my brother, Keegan, starts to get enraged.
"Worser is not a word, dumbass!"
I hid behind a wall apart of the hallway, "stalking" the boys. After a few seconds, the unknown teenager takes off his shirt which defines his muscular body, with a six pack. I can't take my eyes off of him. I start to feel ashamed that I had my hair in a bun and my Mickey pajamas on.
"It's fucking hot in here, Keegan," he pauses, "turn the fucking AC on."
Keegan doesn't answer him, mostly because he was focused on his game. Eyes widened, he yells for me, not knowing I was right next to him. I was so happy he did and that was a first.
"What do you fucking want?" I shouted with my hands on my hips.
"Give me a fucking coke," he hisses at me.
"Woah don't talk to your sister like that," the unknown voice intervenes.
A blush finds a way to my cheeks. Immediately I look down at the stained, chewed up black carpet. Nobody defended me in front of my brother. Not even my parents, because they were scared of him. Sometimes he had major anger issues and was really demanding. He was going through counseling and multiple medications, but it was hard for him to accustom and adapt, so my parents sent him to an all boys school.
"I'll get the coke," the unknown voice suggested.
"No, I'll get the coke," I smile, "it's okay."
"Blake, lets go downstairs and watch a movie," Keegan says.
"How about she comes," Blake insisted.
I froze. Keegan's face took a different turn, a very dark and angered turn. He never wanted to invite me to anything. He loved having his own friends and his own space. I respected that but it didn't make our relationship better, it aggravated it instead.
"No, uh, I wouldn't want to.." my voice croaks in disappointment. I really did want to, so I could get to know Blake, but my brother didn't want it.
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I was halfway through my serial killer documentary about Rodney Alcala when a knock scared the living hell out of me. Pausing the video rapidly, I opened the door. It was about 2 in the morning so I was ready to get cussed out by my dad for staying up too late. But that wasn't the case.
A nervous, uneasy brown haired boy with slightly faded light ombré tips stood at my door. He was tall, taller than my brother who was 5'11, so this guy could maybe stand at a 6'1 height. All I knew was he towered over me.
"Hey," he scratched the back of his neck, "Keegan invited me to sleep over."
"Oh okay," I said with a speechless expression. I wasn't listening to most of his words, just staring at his shirt which emphasized his toned body.
"So you are Keegan's sister?"
"Yea..." I start to stutter.
And just like that: silence kills the awkward moment we were having. He starts to stare and take notice of me, from my unkempt messy bun, my fluffy socks, and my long sleeved shirt that says HUGS in the middle. All of a sudden, I forget that he didn't even know my name.
"Delaney."
"Oh, my name is Blake." he puts his hand out for a handshake, "Blake Stiles,"
I shake his hand, which is enormous. My hand was nervous because there was a tall, insanely cute guy in front of me who was built to be a professional athlete.
"I've known Keegan for about 3 years, he's been on my baseball team." he disclosed. "Mind if I get you a drink?"
Keegan sucked at baseball. He was on varsity, but benched. I started to picture games vividly and realized I knew Blake before. I remember watching him play and in the back of my head I thought he was cute and really sweet. He was really stellar at baseball and was probably going professionally to the MLB. My parents would always talk about him a lot, but I never really knew his first name. I just knew him as number 13.
"Yeah that would be nice."
He walks towards the kitchen and I follow him. He opens the fridge and I'm closely behind him. When he turns to talk to me again, he bumps into my face. We are close and my face becomes like a tomato, about to explode. I start to look down nervously, embarrassed out of my mind. He backs away for a moment, calming down the situation.
"What drink do you want?"
"Chocolate milk," I start to smile.
"Are you 8?" he smirks at me.
I start to roll my eyes. After that, his face turns into a frown, a little disappointed in himself. He reaches for the chocolate milk, and gives it to me. I start walking over to the dinner table.
"Do you want a snack?" he says across the room.
"No way that's unhealthy," I groan.
"Suit yourself," he interjected while attaining an ice cream chocolate bar.
He starts to walk over to the dinner table.
"So," he sits at the table, "what school do you go to?"
"Kalvanese High,"
"I was gonna say not mine," he grins while crunching on his chocolate bar.
"I mean I'm not a boy," I scoffed.
"Lots of attitude."
"Huh? No." I remarked. "I was just saying."
"Keegan never told me he had a younger sister,"
"Twin sister," I corrected him.
"What does his twin sister like to do then?"
"Well she likes to play softball," I began.
"What else does she like to do?"
I started rambling about most of the things I liked, which lead to a comprehensive conversation. We had many things in common like for example, his favorite subject was English. He even told me that he had dogs, a little rat terrier and a border terrier. He went on and on about his aspirations of going D1 for baseball, but his father didn't want him to leave so far away to college. All in all, he seemed like a really sweet person.
I began to notice the time and it was really late.
"Blake," I said, "I gotta go to bed."
"Goodnight Delaney," he smiled, "Now I gotta sneak into Keegan's room."
I watched him as he went towards my brothers bedroom, tiptoeing every step. My eyes motioned down towards his sculpted like ass, probably toned because of baseball season. After he steps in my brothers room, I go to my room and collapse onto my bed.
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I am waken up by blaring and deafening screams. But this time I hear the noise, I'm pleased to. It meant Blake hadn't left, to go home, that he was still here. Even if he was with my annoying brother, he was here. Maybe I could get the chance to talk to him. Knowing my brother though, he wouldn't want that to happen.
I opened my door and hid behind the hallway door to stalk the boys in the living room. Blake wins against Keegan in the video game. Standing up, Blake does his victory dance. He looks towards a 2 month ago picture of me and my brother together at a cousins wedding.
"Hey you know your sister dude?"
"Yeah what about her," Keegan's focus is on the controller, ready to play another game.
"She's fucking beautiful, how is she your sister?"
Internally I start to scream and do my own sort of dance. My brother shows a disgusted face and pretends like he's throwing up.
"I'm fucking serious, bro,"
"So wait you like my twin sister?" his mouth gapes as he drops the controller.
"I want to get to know her," Blake says sternly.
"Go ahead," he looks at the controller, "but you will get to know her flaws, which she has many of them."
Tears start falling from my eyes. I know I shouldn't be crying about his silly judgement of me, but he never respected me. He'd always insult me and call me a fucking rat.
"Bro, shut the fuck up," he refuted, "that's your fucking sister man you gotta respect her because she's all you got."
Blake started to get emotional.
"I lost my older sister in a fucking car accident that wasn't her fucking FAULT." his fist started to clench.
"Bro look I'm sorry, but—"
"Your sister is a pretty girl, who yesterday even took your bullshit and was going to give you the coke, but what do you do to repay her? Fucking insult her?" he beckoned.
Keegan went ballistic. It was the first time that I'd ever seen him cry genuinely. Usually he did it to manipulate my parents to get a video game. I decided it was my time to stop eavesdropping into the conversation and head back to my room.
"Delaney," Keegan shouted, "please come here!"
"What?" I walked over to him.
"I'm fucking sorry for the way I treat you," he stops, "Blake is right, you deserve way better treatment from me."
I smile and mouth Blake a silent thank you. His face lightens up and I can see a little red radiating from it.
"And I'm going to change my attitude. From now on, I'm going to be way nicer to you."

[The End]