van's pov
do i really care if she is my best friend's little sister? well, no. absolutely not. i've always has eyes for her. countless little things draw me to her. but, it wasn't when she started to become a young woman that i truly noticed her. and i know that she'll fall victim to my touch. you're mine. mine.
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"uh, van? mate? what's your deal?" larry says, snapping him out of his trance.
van's eyes dart towards his,
"what," he says, accidentally stern at him,
"damn, chill. you zoned out. whatever," he says, looking back down at his phone.
he shrugs and reposition his eyes to look at you from across the coffee shop.
he licks his lip, and out of habit he sucks the corner of his lip, pulling it back and forth. he waits with your brother everyday, until you get back from your shift so larry can take you back home.
he watches you hang up your apron, and walk over to their table,
"ready to go?" you ask in a breathy tone, clearly winded from rush hour.
larry and van get down from the stools and lead the way out to the parking lot.
you climb into the backseat whilst van quickly buckles up in front. larry starts the car and you guys head off back home.
van's eyes shoot over to the review mirror, and he looks back at you. admiring you.
he sucks on his lip, gently pulling the skin with his teeth.
your pov
God. why does he do that? it's so weird. that must hurt. but it's kind of cute. that thing that he does, playing with his lip out of boredom. you can see how he sucks on it, and then releases. i see him look in the review mirror and we meet eyes but i look away quickly.
van is attractive. he does this thing where he looks at me and makes me feel so...vulnerable. i don't know what it is about him that sends shivers down my spine. he's always been around. honestly, my whole life. him and larry have been like brothers since van's mum died. and for his dad, he's never really been around. but van...it's like, he makes me uncomfortable but comfortable at the same time. i don't know. whatever.
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when you guys arrive home, you immediately go upstairs to dump your stuff in your room, get changed and relax. larry and van follow behind, heading down to larry's room just across the hall. you see van glance at you from the mirror, right before shutting larry's door behind him. you shrug and start changing. you take off your shirt and reach way up high to stretch your arms. you don't even bother closing the door, you were too lazy.
you slip your bra off your body and reach into your drawer to grab a t-shirt. you hear a single knock at your door frame and gasp and look over, covering your chest,
"sorry," van says blandly.
he moves his eyes towards the floor,
"what the fuck, van?" you say,
"shut your door next time. larry wanted me to tell you that your mum won't be back til thursday," he replies.
you scoff and tell him whatever.
you hear him walk down the hall and you roll your eyes,
"the fuck," you whisper beneath your breath
