My Life As Emmalyn

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"Will you be my girlfriend officially?" He stares intently into my eyes.

"I thought you wanted to figure things out?" I falter.

"Oh fuck that. My mind sometimes overthinks things. I have to trust my heart instead." He shrugs.

"But.." I trail. I would totally be leaping on the Alex train but I'm thinking with reason and my brain. 

"So you don't want to be official then?" He teases.

"Yes! Wait, No!" I disagree. 

"You're such a dork sometimes." He guffaws. 

"I'm your dork," I crack up at my corny joke.

"Yes, you are." He wraps his arm around my waist. I think this is the moment. It's our official first kiss. It's not going to be just a peck.

"I mean I really am fine that you want to wear his jersey instead of mind. Of course I'm fine with my little sister wearing the opposing team's jersey. It's not that surprising at all. Why would I not be fine with it? I'm perfectly fine. It's just not a great scene to see my sister and her boyfriend about to kiss." Sunny smiles tightly. "Alex and his underhanded methods. I'm going to kill that bastard."

His mumbling under his breath does not go unnoticed by me. That escalated quickly. Cockblock.

"Hi Jason. Ready for the game?" Alex clears his throat to avoid the awkwardness. "Good? I'll see you on the field. Yeah? Yeah." He nods and leaves, not before hugging me goodbye. 

"How ong were you there?" I raise an eyebrow. "Way to ruin the moment. Sheesh. And I think I counted twenty "fine's" in that one statement."

"I'm fine." He glares at me.

"Yes, you've told me multiple times in the last minute." I roll my eyes.

"I figured you and Alex would get together but I was hoping I wouldn't have to see you together ever." He whines. "And you're even wearing his jersey instead of mine."

"Sunny I'll wear you're football jacket if that makes you feel better." I lean in and hug him affectionately, hoping he won't be a big old grump. "I'll always have my big brosky in my heart. Don't worry, you won't be replaced."

"Gross, I have USC germs all over me." He wrinkles his nose towards me. Wow, so much for sibling love. 

"Mature much," I smack his head. "Anyways, I'm sure I'll look plenty ridiculous wearing your jacket."

"You would, huh." His lips twitch upwards as if he's imagining the oversized letterman jacket on me. "But I don't want to see you wearing Alex's jersey within twenty feet of me, or even touching him in any sort of romantic way. If he touches you, I swear he will regret it." He harrumphs. Obviously that's not going to be possible. Here is the overprotective brother again. He will get over it. They all do.

"No more Grumpy." I reprimand him. "Now good luck on the game! Don't kill Alex please because I really really like him."

"Alright, alright." He shrugs but doesn't agree that he won't bruise Alex a little. "Here's my jacket-you better take great care of it. It's my favorite, custom made jacket. You should go before the stadium becomes filled. You're going to have difficulties going down to your seats. By the way, who did you bring?"

"Don!" I grin. "Who else would come watch football with me?"

I head towards my seat and sit down next. Don is chatting with the coaches. I watch the football players on the field. I may be bias but Alex sure looks the most handsome of the team. That uniform of his does him justice. I briefly glance around to make sure nobody sees me checking them out. Coast is clear.