Why Do You Love Me ── MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

iv. her type on paper

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REINA'S POV

My fingers tap against the steering wheel of my car, the sound of chatter and giggling surrounding me from all around. It's been a dreadfully long week. And that's putting it lightly. First, I had complications with my job where my asshole of a boss wanted to argue about some work I've done just to switch around and thank me for my work the next day. Men. Then Stef tried to schedule several meetings at her house, none of which I could attend because the girl loved to make last-minute plans and I just don't have the spare time for stuff like she does. As a direct result of that, I got multiple teasing texts from Matthew pointing out that he's taking his bridal party duties more serious than me. I contemplated blocking his number just so he'd stop irritating me, but I managed to not give in to the temptation, remembering that I'm doing this for Stef's sake.

Despite all that, I still managed to make it on time to pick up my sister from school on this bright, sunny Friday afternoon. I tried my hardest to spend almost every weekend with her, because had I been a younger sibling when I was in high school living alone with our mom, I would have wanted my older sibling to let me escape every once in a while. Not that my mom wasn't great, because she's wonderful, best mom in the whole entire world really. But when you're a teenager and living with your single mom who likes to regard you as a friend rather than a child, it does become a little overbearing. Thus, I swoop in to save Liana from that life, even if it's just for a day or two.

On cue, my car door is pulled open and I turn to see Liana dropping into the passenger seat with her bag on her lap. "Hey, Rein," she greets cheerfully.

I raise an eyebrow at her behavior, already beginning to reverse out of the parking spot while she fiddles with the radio. "Good day?" I ask.

I don't have to look at my sister to see the way her curls bounce as she nods her head. "Yeah, Elia got asked to homecoming today and I got to help. Turned out perfect."

"Ooooh, homecoming," I sing-song, causing Liana to groan. "No date for you?"

"Shockingly enough, no," Liana snorts, finally settling on a station playing a pop song I don't recognize. She falls back in her seat then, and I sneak a glance at her to see she's gazing outside of the window now. "Not too many gay girls at my school, and I'm not exactly a social butterfly so that combination alone hinders me."

I frown. "Aren't you a cheerleader? Isn't it your job to be a social butterfly?"

"That's awfully stereotypical of you."

I shoot a glare at my little sister, who grins widely at me. "Don't be a smartass, Liana. I'll drop you off at mom's right now."

"No, you won't. You're lonely on weekends and like having me there for your lack of boyfriend."