Little sister

1. Maybe it Isn't That Bad

"Jess!." My brother called. I sighed as I dropped my pencil once again, and stared at my drawing with an annoyed face. I sighed as this was the 3rd time my brother had interrupted me in the last 20 minutes. It was either, "how's this vine look?" or a "what are you doing" even though I made it perfectly clear I was invested in my hobbies at the time.

But Matt being... well Matt, I guess he didn't really take the hint.

I rolled my eyes, replying with a long, and stretched out "What?"

"I'm going to have friends over." He simply a stated back. Well at least he told me this time. Normally he would just bring a big group of guys over, without telling me. I would find out when I hear their obnoxious laughter from his room, which is sadly right across mine.

 He has never introduced me to his friends, so I never did so myself. I stay out of his business, and I hope one day he'll realize to stay out of mine.

"Ok, whatever." I said, not caring at this point. I picked up my pencil that was on the marked and painted wooden desk, and continued to lightly draw over previous lines on my sketch.  Matt's friends weren't exactly the "nice" looking type. They all looked like fuckboys who couldn't keep it in their pants to me.

I heard foot steps near my door and I stopped moving the pencil across the paper as he came in. I groaned, then spun around on my black rolly chair. I saw Matt, leaning against my the door's open frame.

He had a blue shirt on with shades and basketball shorts. His hair was all fluffy, and it looked like he didn't brush it. He had a pair of sunglasses on, even though e was inside.

"What'cha doing?" Matt asked. This guy I swear...

" I already told you like one billion times today."  I sighed. I spun again towards the desk this time, carefully ripping out the sketch of the uncolored rose. After making sure I didn't rip it, I then stood up and walked over to Matt, displaying the rose.

"Holy... Are you sure you are aren't secretly like 20 and not 14?" He gushed with a huge smile. It felt nice to have him complement me. It gave me the extra confidence boost that helped me draw better things in the future. Although the feeling won't linger, due to his friend's appearance later today. Just the thought of them, had my mood plummeting quickly.

"I'm sure." I said with a laugh.

"It's amazing sis-" his sentence got cut short because of the door bell's ring.

I tried to hide my displeasure for their arrival, but it didn't stop me from rolling my eyes. Knowing the drill all too well by now, this is the part where he pushes me away like a rag doll; as if I didn't exist; to go meet up with his friends downstairs. 

To him it's all fun and games. Not having a care in the world.Sounds great from his perspective, but sounds like hell on mine. I think he just sees his friends as a way to forget about our parents passing away. Kind of filling a gap in his life.

Its just what he doesn't realize is that i'm not allowed to hang out with my friends. And if I do, Matt HAS to come with me. You would think my parents had that rule before they passed, but it wasn't. Things were different when they were still around. I used to be the "it girl" at my school. I was the popular chick with the good grades, and the girl who had her clique follow her around and have her friends over every Saturday.

Not anymore. Ever since my mom and dad passed away, Matt ripped up my reputation. He didn't let me go anywhere, and he made me get rid of all my social media, which I found ridiculously unfair. After that, my friends just detached from me. I became a normal girl, and only kept my closest friends. 

A part of me feels like he needed to take responsibility for me, be the parental figure that I lost. But the other part of me thinks he is a hypocrite, leaving me with nothing and having the time of his life, without a care in the world. Especially about me. In his touring days, he left me with my aunt down in Miami Fl, only calling me when he felt like it.

I snapped out of my thoughts, returning to my now daily routine. 

"Your friends are here." I fake smiled. I tried to make my smile look genuine, but my internal feelings and emotions could never match up. I hope my smile was convincing...

Something was different about him today. He seemed more into my life than normal.

"Hey you wanna hang out with them? They're will be a guy around your age coming over." I looked at him with a confused gaze. What?

"Umm...sure...you sure I won't be like you know...interrupting or intruding or whatever?" I said making sure this wasn't my crazy imagination. Matt asking for me to hang out with his friends? What drug is he on... did I make the coffee wrong this morning?

"Yeah, don't be ridiculous. Let's go!" He yelled and grabbed me and putting me on his back so he's giving me a piggy back ride down the stairs and towards the front door. I try my hardest not to fall of him, and wrap my arms around his neck. I laughed as Matt made "whooshing" noises all the way to the door. I don't remember his being this happy until he left a year ago for his tour. 

He lets me down from his back, and opens the tall wooden door.

I see five boys at the door. All like really tall compared to my small frame. Like no kidding I think I'm like 5'0. But these boys didn't look like Matt's usual friends. Normally they where all the buff mean looking jocks. But these guys didn't seem that bad.

"Jess this is, Nash, Cameron, Hayes, Shawn, and Carter." Matt said as he did these weird hand shakes with all the guys. Normally by this point I would have already left, but I still found my self standing a little bit behind Matt. I was nervous. The last time I tried to hang out with Matt's friends one of them was all over me and I didn't like it at all.

Matt nudged my elbow, as if he's indicating me to introduce myself to them. 

"Hey." I said shyly and smiled.

They waved and saidtheir 'hey's ' and ' hi's' back.

The boys at the door began to have their own small conversation while I pulled Matt aside to talk to him..

"Hey Matt?" I whispered and he leaned down and I whispered in his ear. "I thought you said their was someone around my age, your friends look like their freaking 18/19!" I exclaimed.

"No that's Hayes. He's 16." He said, discreetly pointing at the attractive guy wearing black joggers and a white shirt.

I slightly blushed, as I took in his appearance. He looked hot to say the least. Tall, slightly muscular, gorgeous captivating blue eyes. Fuck... where did he come from?

Hayes looked my way only to find me staring at him, I quickly looked in another direction. But in the corner of my eye I saw his smirk, as he started eyeing me up and down as well. I'm pretty sure my face was beat red by now.

Before I could embarrass my self even farther I left the scene searching for my phone. Damn... He was so fine...

Quickly finding my iPhone 6S on the kitchen counter, I started blasting 'Often' by The Weeknd, and making my way towards the couch. I sand the lyrics of the song, still thinking about the cute guy that was still in my house. 

The boys soon joined me on the couch. They all scurried in the living room talking about something dumb on social media. I looked up from my phone only to find the cute guy to my right.

I pressed pause to 'Often', and just peered up at him. He gave me another one of his smirks, and spoke to me.

"Hey, I'm Hayes Grier." His voice was so calm and deep. I loved it. I blushed slightly and responded.

"Hi, I'm Jess."

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Status- Edited 7/17/16

-Jeisly :)