The One That Got Away (ON HOLD)

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QUICK A/N: I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in like 492728 years. I just feel like no one reads my book and I don't feel as inspired to write. So please, fan, vote and comment? It would mean SO MUCH to me. xxx

Anyways...

Getting back to the story... I worked hard to make it longer (:

Was listening to Taylor Swift as I wrote it!

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Sophia's POV -

Someone was banging on my door really obnoxiously, ugh. I put a pillow over my head, "Go away." I groaned; the person probably couldn't hear me through all that banging.

"Sophia Watson, you better open up this damn door before I tell Brandon to break it down for me!" Melanie yelled from the other side of the door. I sighed and they wonder why I lock my door all the time. My eyes flicked over to the clock, it was only 10:30. Did they want me to die from lack of sleep? My siblings are freakin' crazy, who wakes up at this time?!

"I'm opening the stupid door, Mel. Don't get your panties in a twist," I spat. God, I really am cranky this morning. I swung open the door before plopping back down on my bed and under the comforters.

"Good morning to you too, little sister. What crawled up your ass and died?" She plopped onto the edge of my bed.

I growled, "You and the idiot brother who lives in the room next to mine." I turned my head to face her, "What are you doing home, anyways?" You see - Melanie barely stayed home. She stayed in the dorms at her university or at a friend's house. Unlike Brandon and I, who live under the same roof.

She smiled sheepishly, "I haven't been much of a big sister lately, since I don't even know who your latest boy toy is."

I gaped, "Brandon is so gonna get it. That jerk." Mel waved her hand dismissively, "Don't worry about the idiot brother, and tell me about him."

"What do you want to know?" I pursed my lips; Mel always told my boyfriends flat out that she would cut off their balls if they hurt me. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't.

I suppressed the cheesy grin that was threatening to escape, wanting to gush on and on about how perfect he was, but I didn't want to sound like a crazy fan girl.

"Is he hot? Short? Does he smell nice? Did you guys have sex yet? Oh! Is he good in bed? Does he have a big-"

"Melanie!" I shrieked, my eyes wide in horror. "I didn't even have sex with him! It was just yesterday that I met him! You know I don't roll that way. His name is Eric, if you'd like to know."

She rolled her eyes, "Okay, is Eric hot?" Mel wriggled her eyebrows suggestively at me. I laughed, "Yes, Eric is hot."

Mel shoved my body playfully. "I need to get myself a hottie, then we can double date." I smiled; I really had no doubt that she would. Melanie was pretty; we had this natural beauty thing. No, I'm not conceited. I just know I'm not ugly. I mean - even Brandon's pretty good-looking. But who wants to tell that bigheaded boy something like that?

"Almost forgot! Breakfast is downstairs and I am going to be late for class," she kissed my cheek. "Adíos, mi hermana!" Mel jumped up from my bed, "You just got here!" I whined.

I really did miss Melanie; I usually spent my time around Brandon. Not that I mind, his day mostly consists of video games. I kind of think Mel doesn't like being home, I think she goes out as a distraction. Not because of Brandon and I, but maybe she misses our workaholic Dad. Or she hates the reminder of mom leaving us.

We don't really talk about deep stuff, but I do know that Melanie's relationship with our mother was much stronger than mines.

I was always daddy's little girl. Brandon, well he liked his independence and would usually lean on both parents if he needed anything.