Chapter 45
“Hey” I say effortlessly. I sigh and readjust my dress. I don’t mind Louis being back, I am just very tired and am hoping he does not piss me off.
“Whoa. You actually look like girl. Where have you been Cinderella?” Louis says playfully and I furrow my eyes in disgust.
“Okay, first of all gross, I am your sister, and second, I was at mom’s ball, that was today if you remembered…” Louis chuckles then scratches his head,
“Oh shit I forgot about that, I couldn’t have made it anyway since I just came back from Italy, if you remembered…” Louis mocks me and I roll my eyes again. He wasn’t being his stupid self just witty and I guess it was nice after the night I had. I shrug my shoulders and sigh,
“I have a bit of a burger and some fries, you hungry?” I ask. It is kind of weird that I am trying to converse with my brother but maybe I just need a little family love, or at least like.
“Starving. They serve that at a ball?” Louis asks, coming to me and grabing the bag of food from my hand,
“No shack shack.” I say bluntly and he laughs, falling onto the couch and reaching for the food. I quickly walk over and slap his hand,
“It’s for me too idiot,” I say, grabbing a wad of fries and stuffing them into my mouth. Louis looks at me funny and I raise an eyebrow. What can I say I am an emotional eater.
Louis gets to get a knife from the kitchen to cut the burger as I unravel in from the paper.
“So what have you been doing since I have been gone?” Louis asks as he opens the drawer and grabs a cutting knife.
“Mostly friends and this writing slash poetry workshop I have been doing.”
“Poetry? You are not going to make any money from that,” Louis says annoyingly but I brush it off,
“It’s not about the money idiot, it’s about the art.” Louis bursts into laughter as he hand me a burger slice. I take a bite and question him,
“What?”
“I love how you called it art. You know what is art, girls.” I stop chewing and pretend to gag which disgust Louis because I still have burger in my mouth (that was the point.)
“You have no idea what you are talking about. Poetry is a way of expression, if you love girls so much you should write about how lovely they are. Everything is art, your studying, what, math? How would you know about art when you are studying something that requires no creativity?”
“First of all I am studying engineering, second of all, how do I even know you are good at this shit?” I sigh and decide to tell him about the “being chosen” part of the workshop, though I don’t like to brag about it much.
“Only 7 people were picked in all of New York for this promising young poets thing. At the end of the workshop our work is displayed and we perform a poem or few. All these famous writers, and editors will be there. So I guess I am not that bad. And it could open me to a future career path. I don’t know…” I shy away from the subject. I feel kind of awkward talking to Louis because we never really do it. He doesn’t know much about me- well from what I have experienced- and I don’t think he understands me at all.
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Fanfiction"one day you fall for this boy, and he touches you with his fingers.And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth.And it hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass...
