part 2.

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* the next day*.
I wake up to the sun shining on my face thru my window. I feel the rays get blocked and roll over to see corbyn. My cute.. really cute..  step brother sitting in the windowsill. I stand up. (She's wearing booty shorts btw. And a crop top.) I walk over to him and tap hi shoulder. He turns and smiles at me . I notice he's shirtless with sweats on. Oh do I just wanna- no Sierra. You can't do that. He's your... But he's not technically related to me... Ugh. I hate this. "Hey Sierra." Hey says with a smile. I smile back. "Hey corbyn. Did you sleep well?" I ask. "Yeah. It felt nice having someone else in the room with me. It made me feel a little safer. How'd you sleep?" He asks in return. "I slept pretty okay. Had a small nightmare but it's whatever. " He frowns at me. "Awe. Come sit. Tell me about it." I sit next to corbyn and tell him all about it. Then my mom walks in. "Oh. Hey kiddos. We have breakfast ready on the stove for y'all. We have to go...  Somewhere. See ya kiddos." I look at my mom strangly ans she sjust leaves and runs down the stairs. I hear the door slam and lock and I look at corbyn confused. He looks back the same way. "I wonder what that was about." He says. "huh. Me too. I'm so confused." I say. He turns and smiles at me. He hugs me. I hug him back. "Why the hug Blondie?" I ask him. "Because. You had a nightmare and when I was little  and I had nightmares, my mom would always hug me. She'd give me a kiss on the cheek and tell me it will be alright... Before..." He trails off. "before what bean?" He smiles at his nickname. Then frowsn again. "Before she died... She got in a car accident. " I hug corbyn as he starts crying. I give him a kiss on the cheek and rub his back. He picks me up and carries me to his bed I wrap my legs around his waist and he stops crying. He pulls back and looks me into the eyes. I lean in to kiss him, as does he. We make out for what seems like a good 3 or 4 minutes. He grabs the waistband of my shorts and pulls them down. I pull his pants down. I grab the waist band of his underwear...
*Irl*
"SIERRA!" I jump up to see my mom. Crap. It was just a dream. "Yes mom?" "Corbyn wants to know if you wanna go to the mall with him today. None of his friends can go. But he didn't wanna wake you up." "Yeah sure. I'll go."" Okay but.m please.. change first. " I nod and smile. She walks out of the room and I thrqo myself on the floor. I start to silently cry. It wasn't real.
It was just a dream
"UGH!" I scream. I hear a knock on my door ad corbyn waks in. I wipe my tears and stand up. "Hey bean. What's up?" I ask. "I came to get my phone. But you were crying so I just walked in to see what was wrong . You okay?" He asks. He looks genuinely concerned. " I don't know. I had a dream and I didn't want it to end. " I frown and look at the ground. "Oh. Mind telling me about it?" He asks. I look at him frightened. "I'm... Uh... Not right at this moment. I'll tell you some other time okay?" That's a whole fucking lie. "Oh okay. Well it'll be okay." He hugs me and grabs his phone. He walks out but walks back in. "Wear something... 'cute'". He says and I smile. He siles back and walks our the room, closing the door. I sigh and get dressed.

I grab my phone and walk downstairs

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I grab my phone and walk downstairs. I see corbyn there . He turns and smiles at me. I smile back. "Okay. You ready to go?" He ask me. "I'm... Uh.. yeah holdup." I walk to the kitchen and pull my medicine out of the coutner. I get a cup of water and take it. I walk back to corbyn and we getin his car. He is halfway downt my street when he speaks. "why do you take medicine?" He asks. "depression." I say while looking down. He rubs my back with his hand. "How could someone who looks like you be so depressed. You have a nice house. Cute clothes. Pretty face and hair and your life is practically perfect." He says. I look at him. "My dad died when I was 3." He stops tje car and looks at me. He hugs me. "My mom died when I was 3. How did your dad die?" He asks. "Shooting. Yours?" "Car accident." He rubs my back more ajd I hug him. He hugs back for a moment. "Now let's go to the mall. I'm gonna take you shopping." I smile at him.

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