Stardust

scene one :: take one

In Which She Undo by the 1975

She rolled her eyes at the two boys, squinting at their raucous behaviour. She never had an issue with boys, she individually liked all. From the brolic nerds to the notorious artist, she liked them all. It was just these specific nitwit boys she called her little brothers.

Of course her parents both had to leave at the same time therefore leaving her to babysit the two menace of society. Her mother's excuse was pretty plausible, her sisters open house was etched into the family's calendar. However her dad chose six thirty at night to go to the gym when he normally went in the morning.

"I want my daddy," her brother groaned incessantly as if his screams of terror and annoyance wasn't enough. She honestly tried to feel remorse from his tears, the blotchy cheeks and runny nose. The feeling just didn't hit her where it should.

"Just eat your mac n cheese." The fact that her brother was the only four year old child that didn't like mac n cheese bothered her. He ate the salad raw, without any dressing yet he couldn't eat his macaroni.

She refrained herself from dashing across the table and shoving the food into his mouth. She thought about how much better company older boys were, senior boys. A particular blonde hair, blues eyes clouded her thoughts, he was way better company. Then the thought of his ruby lips had her clearing her throat-shaking the thoughts away. He was just a friend, what the hell was she thinking? The kid barely acknowledge her other than when his fingers were in her chip bag.

The cries of her brother brought her back to the matter at hand. She grimaced at her own plate, scrunching her nose up at the brown rice doused in ranch dressing. So maybe the food wasn't that great. She downed her juice before grabbing the plates off the table and dumping the food.

If her parents wanted them to eat, they would have been here to monitor. She hated having miserable children in her wake.

Once her brother realised his plate vanished along with his misery, his tears simmered down. She sighed, lifting him up, demanding him to read a book.

He jogged up the stairs, leaving her at the table in an exhausting mess. With school suddenly becoming her main priority, her extracurricular clubs weighting down on her, it occurred to her the best was yet to come. In a way, she was rather grateful for her siblings, it was their sugar rush she wasn't fond of.

Clearing the table, her mind drifted to the blonde guy again. His smile, the way he actually talks to her about common things. The conversations are never forced, rather smooth and eventful. The way his eyes always found hers, made her feel less insecure about her looks.

But she could be looking into this too intensely. He probably saw her as nothing but a friend-someone he could hound snacks off. As she hollered at her brothers to calm down, her stomach twisted. She figured he had lot of girls to chose from, much more prettier girls.

What if he wasn't attracted to black girls? Grumbling to herself about the two boys she assumed was fighting from their yelling, she threw out another threat which had them silent.

She remembered something he said when she had talked to him today. "Do you ever get butterflies thinking about yourself?" And without waiting for her answer. "Because I do."

Even now she couldn't tell weather if it was meant for herself in a certain way or he really wanted to know. She responded with a no, giggling like she always did in his presence.

She then rolled over every moment they had together despite their other two friends. Could he have been flirting with her? Did it make sense out of other girls he wanted her?

After drying her hands, she marched upstairs, tucking the boys in bed. She ignored the cries, shutting the door behind her.

Oh god. She's turned into an over thinker, her worst nightmare. Not only was she breaking one of her rules by falling in like of a boy but she wasn't herself anymore.

She closed her eyes a moment, searching for the cold, heartless girl within her. It took awhile but she was back. And any feeling of like diminished within her, soon fueled into a sudden distaste.

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Wassup. This was sort of inspired by the 1975 song UNDO. Listening to the song multiply times brought this idea on. It's a collab from the song and my personal life, there's a lot here in which actually happened LOL. And if you have advice for SHE in the story, by all means, she's all ears. Thanks for reading and listen to the 1975!

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