DAISY'S BUTTERFLIES

One.

ALEX'S POV

Stewart slipped in the room carrying a small gray box. He dropped it on his bed and plonked himself beside it. "Oh man, why do you always have your nose buried in books while I do all the boring stuff for parties?"

"Quit whining like a girl Stew. I'm busy surfing the internet for a the best hotel to have the party. I gotta make Stacy feel loved."
His eyes rolled before thrusting himself flat on the bed.

I pushed the laptop aside and walked over to the legs suspended on the large bed. Stewart was quite short compared to my six foot two height. He had brown tight curls and a round body that carried all the weight I lost years ago.
"Wake up you worm." I kicked his leg continuing for the windows to draw the curtains. "You know, mom would skin me if he found out how much I'll be spending."

Stew groaned from the bed, "Your problem man. I just need my fat share of this tiresome work."
"You'll be rewarded handsomely. Just as long as my sister gets the party of her life. She's eighteen. It's supposed to be really special."

"Whatever. Why don't you even get her laid."
"Shut that face hole!" I growled darting the lifted head a glare. He raised hands in mock surrender. Sighing aloud, "It's your sister, your problem."
"Not helping. Why don't you get Daisy over to help you. She's like nineteen, right?"
Stew's head popped before he jumped on his feet in those gray shorts... He rushed to halt before me, gazing up from a low angle. "Don't you even bring my sister in this. I know what you want from her." I acted stupid, "What?"

Stew poked a finger on my chest accusingly, "You're a sick bastard Alex, I know you'd been checking her out the last time she visited."
I laughed feeling so caught. Obviously, she had the perfect brown hair. Though not hot, she was beautiful and really polite. Well, too polite and boring at a point. "You're the sick bastard Stew." I pushed him aside to walk back to my bed.

"Your sister is just too...young and boring. I tried asking her out a year ago, and she said she got to study. Dumb!" "Careful man. That's my sister you're talking about. I'm sorry she's not so classy and hot as Stacy."

"Your problem Stew!" Yelled dashing out of the room.

Not sure, but I knocked something at the door. It yelped as I fell on it... No, it was a human. That perfume... Daisy.
"What are you doing in here? How did you even get-" "You're crushing me Mr Universe."
I laughed getting off of her as the door behind us opened. "Daisy!"
"Oh hey bro, sorry to pop in, but I forgot-" "Keys?" I slid them from the hip pocket and raised them above her height, five foot four. Taller than Stewart but extremely shorter than me.

She sighed folding arms beneath her chest. "Stew, please tell Mr universe I need them back." We glanced at him, each demanding his support with gazes... With only a sigh, Stew walked away. "You two are so impossible. I'm not siding with anyone."

Daisy's jaw dropped shocked. She wanted to cry something at the male heading for the lounge, but words seemed to fail... Upon facing me, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Seems like it's just you, and me baby." Clear as daylight, the tension gripped her face firmly. The pink surfacing on those cheeks, a straight blush.

"Stew? Your sister's blushing at me!" Daisy quickly plunged to cover my mouth. Wet eyes staring up at me pleadingly. I smiled under that soft palm, then jingled the keys.

"Please Alex, give me the keys, mom-" I pushed the hand.

"I'm not falling for your charm Missy. You want them? Get them."

When she tried snatching them, my hand backed, stretching higher.
Daisy sobbed, "I'll do anything, just please give them."

"Anything?" I echoed.

A look of uncertainty spread evenly. "Just nothing embarrassing, or humiliating."