I have three basic rules to live by
Don't draw attention to myself.
Make it through another year.
My brother's friends are off limits.
My junior year, each and every single one of those rules will be broken.
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Blaine has always been the type to...
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We stuck to the rules set by my idiotic brother. Most of them anyways. We only held hands when we were at school. Barely touched when we were all hanging out. Never stayed together in my room. The beautiful loophole was that Finn's room was never mentioned, or any other rooms. We had been publicly dating for two weeks. I went to both of the games sporting his jersey. At the end of the night we celebrated at the field party for the victories.
The team was on a roll and homecoming was right around the corner. Heather was overjoyed when I told her I needed a dress. She dragged me into one of the shops she had claimed to carry the best dresses. Piling one after another in my arms, she pushed me into the dressing room.
"He hasn't even asked me yet," I complained as I changed into the first dress. It was knee length purple silk with gold sequins. I cringed at the sight in the mirror.
"You have to have a dress regardless, because you are going. Date or not."
"Heather," I groaned, twirling from side to side to get a better look.
"Let me see," she chirped without care. I opened the door, a frown carved into place. Her nose scrunched up as she took me in. Without a word, she pointed back to the dressing room, demanding the second dress.
Four dresses later and I left the store empty handed. Heather rambled on about the disbelief. Two hours, three stores and seven dresses. Nothing felt right, or looked right. This whole dance was beyond my comfort zone. I managed to get out of the last two homecoming dances. All night movie marathons, with a big bowl of kettle corn and a two liter of root beer.
Heather gave up on the search and I was in my car headed to Finn's. His mother greeted me at the door and invited me in. She pointed up the stairs and asked if I would be staying for dinner.
"We're having Italian."
"Sounds perfect. I'll let my brother know," I gave her a polite smile and headed upstairs. Music seeped past his closed door. I opened the door and closed it again behind me. An arm was draped over his face as he lay in his bed. Crawling up the bed beside him, I laid down beside him. He squirmed as my fingers brushed under the hem of his shirt.
"Stop," he moaned as he rolled away from my touch.
"Then wake up," I nuzzled the crook of his neck. "Please."
"Coach had us running drills all day," he rolled onto his side, wrapping his arms around me. "All I want to do is sleep."
"Okay," I kissed his cheek. "Then I'm going to go tell your mom that I won't be staying for dinner. I can probably hang with my brother, and the guys."
"I'm up," he mumbled slowly shifting again. I sat with my back resting against the headboard.
"So Coach is really worried about the game Friday?"
"You know how he is. Westerly is the toughest team in the conference."
"Yeah. So was North Lincoln, Albertson and Longton. You guys wiped the floor with them. I think you can handle these guys."
