Elisa

8

It's been a week since "the incident." 

I waited a few days for Remi to cool down before telling him that Emily had stopped by to try and talk to him. He didn't say anything when I told him what she wanted to say to him, but the way his eyes lit up when I mentioned her name just proves that he cares. 

Although I'm not so sure if I approve of Emily, especially since she did that to my brother. This never would've happened if she said something to him or if he said something to her. God, why are people so terrible about telling one another their feelings? I can't say that I'm any good at it anyways. 

My first love was Romeo, and I never told him. He did find out, because Remi had overheard me talking about it with Frankie. I never told him myself though. Looking back now he most likely would've laughed in my face and made fun of me or something. I always wondered if he liked me too. I know I was scrawny little Elisa, his best friend's little sister, but he always gave me mixed signals. Being nice to me when Remi wasn't around, talking to me here and there at school, and giving me sly little compliments. When Remi told him I liked him he probably was picking on me to Romeo about it, so Romeo just went along with it and teased me. 

It's not like I care now. We are complete opposites. The only time he's even talking to me so much is because he has no one else, he said it himself. 

I'm on my break at work. I'm relieved to be taking a break from the drama that is now circling the restaurant. Both Romeo and Remi are working tonight. You would think that my dad would schedule them on different days to avoid any conflict, but I think he's doing it on purpose in hopes that the two of them make up. For the past ten minutes I've been sketching the two of them in metal armor, with their swords up and ready to duel. I shaded Romeo's armor to be darker, because from the looks of it he's the villain in this story. 

"Do you think they will ever stop fighting?" Marti sighs as she enters the break room. She takes a bite out of her apple. Fi and Marti look exactly alike, and it freaks me out sometimes. Marti will enter a room and for a split second I think it's Fi. 

"I hope so. They make everyone's job a lot harder here." 

"Why is Uncle Marco continuing to schedule the two of them on the same fuckin' night?" She huffs. 

"He wants them to make up, I think." 

"They'll make up eventually." Marti stares at her long french nails, picking at her cuticles. 

"You think so?" I ask.

She nods. "Boys are a lot different from girls. They usually kick the shit out of each other whenever they're mad, and then make up the next day." 

"It's been a week, though." 

She ties her thick brown hair in a pony tail. "Don't worry. They'll be fine by next week." 

Remi enters the room, and our conversation halts. I don't think he's been getting much sleep. He's got purple bags under both of his eyes. Sometimes he'll come downstairs from his bedroom and it looks like he'd been crying. I don't even know what I would do if I had to witness my tough older brother crying. The thought of it hurts my chest. 

Dad has definitely been going easy on him, too. There's a lot less yelling in the house. 

"What's with the awkward silence?" Remi growls. 

"What awkward silence?" Marti winks at me.

Remi grits his teeth. "I swear to God, if Romeo tries to talk to me one more time..." 

"Why don't you just talk to him?" I ask quietly.

"And why would I do that?" He glares at me. "He fucked me over."