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Alana (pic is her)
I walk downstairs into the kitchen, my sweatpants swishing with every step I take. I yawn, and sit down at the counter. I look up to see my brother standing in front of me, a cup of coffee stretched out to me.
"Thank you, love." I say with a scratchy voice. Rubin smiles and leans against the counter behind him, sipping his coffee.
"How did you sleep?" he asks, his voice sounding like smooth honey compared to mine.
"Awful, you know how I sleep." he nods his head slowly. Rubin is the only person other than myself who knows that I have nightmares. I spend my nights crying and screaming in my sleep. Nothing wakes me up except for Rubin. Our parents are always on business, so they have no idea what goes on here.
"I still don't understand why you don't sleep in my room, you know its better for you." he says, putting his empty mug down. I tap my fingers against the counter.
"But I don't want to be a burden to you, I will eventually grow out of these nightmares, you need your sleep. You won't get enough sleep if you have to wake me up when I'm screaming." I say, looking down at my coffee. Rubin walks over to me.
"You and I both know you don't get nightmares when you are sleeping next to me." he says, turning my chair towards him. I roll my eyes, and hit his chest.
"Why do you have to know everything? And have you seriously smoked a cigarette this early in the morning?" I growl at him. He rolls his eyes and checks his breath.
"Well, one of us has to know at least something." he chuckles, and wraps his arms around me. I put my arms over his shoulders and hug him tightly. I do love my brother, even if he is an know-it-all; and smokes cigarettes. Dumbass.
"Sleep in my room tonight." he whispers. I sigh and nod my head. We pull away from each other, but keep our hands on the other person's body.
"I am going to go shower, what do you want to do today?" I ask, grabbing my coffee cup.
"How about we go to the park?" Rubin suggests. I nod my head as I hop off of my chair, landing right in front of Rubin. I look up at him, his eyes stare back at me with concern.
"What's wrong?' I ask.
"You have dark circles under your eyes. When was the last time you got a good nights sleep?" he asks, and I shrug.
"The last time I slept in your room, so a few weeks ago." I say, my voice not coming out as strong as I needed it to. Rubin sighs, and takes my cup from my hands.
"Go up to my room and get in bed, I will be up in a minute. You are going to sleep until you wake up. And then we will go from there." I roll my eyes and turn to head upstairs.
"Yes, father." Rubin laughs, and I smile as I climb the stairs.
For the fact that our parents are almost never home, we really don't need such a big house. We live in our grandparents old three story mini mansion. We have a basement just for gaming and activities like my parties. The first floor is the family floor, with a living room, kitchen, greenhouse room, an office, a guest bedroom, and lots of closets and bathrooms. The first floor is more of a show and tell floor, for when our parents have friends over.
The second floor holds the master bedroom, master bathroom (connected to the bedroom of course), three medium bedrooms, bathrooms, and closets. The second floor also has an open space in the middle of the floor where there are couches, a stereo, and a table. This space divides the bedrooms, and serves as a relaxation space for Rubin and I after school.
The third floor is slightly smaller than the second, but not by much. It has one big space in the middle where Rubin and I have set up a movie screen, and bean bags. There is a place for Rubins' art supplies, and a space for my photography equipment. This space was usually dark, but had windows on each side. With the stairs from the second floor going from the corner of the rest space below to the edge of the third floor, it was pretty much just a vast floor. On the opposite sides of the middle space are what Rubin and I have made into our bedrooms. Each of our rooms take up more than a third of the third floor. We have our space, but can still reach each other in under a minute (depending on how fast we are walking or how often Rubin trips.)
I smile at the paintings on the walls of the space between our rooms. We have put up both pictures that I have taken, and some that Rubin has drawn. No one knows Rubin can draw except for me, not even our parents know. Rubin is too shy to let anyone see his talent, he only let me put some of his drawings up by swearing to him that no one would be allowed up to the third floor. I have kept my promise, but Rubin still sits out in the movie space while I have parties just to be sure no one ventures upstairs.
I walk into Rubin's room. I don't bother turning on the light seeing as I know where to step in his room to find his bed. I walk to the back right hand corner of the room, my leg hits the end of his bed, and I jump onto it. I bury my face in the pillows and blankets, sighing as my brothers scent engulfs me. For some reason the smell of Rubin's cologne has always calmed me down.
I hear Rubin walk into the room, and close the door. The room instantly turns darker. Our rooms don't have big windows like the rest of the house; they have smaller one closer to the ceiling. Neither Rubin, nor I can sleep with any sort of light; so we keep it as dark as we can. Rubin makes his way over to the bed, and slips in next to me. He turns towards me, and I scoot closer to him. His arms wrap around me, as my hands rest on his chest.
"Get some sleep, Laney." Rubin whispers, his nickname for me brings a smile to my face as I drift off to sleep.
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I shoot up in the bed. I look next to me to see Rubin twisting in his sleep. He mutters something, and groans. I look down at my watch to see that we had slept until eight o'clock at night. I sigh, and lay back on the bed. Rubin twists again to face me.
"No." he whispers. I look over at him, he is still asleep.
"Please, Laney. Please don't leave." He mutters, his brows creasing. I frown and turn to him, placing my hand over his shaking one.
"I love you, Alana. Please be with me, don't leave; I love you too much." my eyes widen, was he serious; or was this just a stupid dream? This can't be real, he is my brother! I look down at the bed when that thought hits me; and feeling rushes over me. I almost feel, disappointed. No, I don't have feelings for Rubin. I'm just confused.
I sigh again, and shake Rubin's shoulder.
"Rubin, love. Wake up." I whisper to him, he groans and his eyes shoot open.
"Laney, are you okay?" he says. I get another rush of emotions when he says my name. I feel butterflies in my stomach take flight. What in the world?
"I am okay, you were talking in your sleep and sounded distraught." I say, and he frowns. I feel his arms wrap around me, and I do the same to him.
"I'm alright, just a bad dream. Uh, Laney?" I nod my head against his chest for him to go on.
"Were you able to actually understand what I was saying in my sleep, or no?" I hesitate before nodding again. I feel Rubin tense slightly.
"Oh." is all he says, and I close my eyes.
"Rubin, do you love me?" I ask quietly.
"Of course I do, Laney."
"No, I mean love; as in more than a sister." I say, holding my breath as I wait for him to reply.
"W-what do you mean?" he whispers.
"While you were sleeping you said my name. You said you didn't want me to leave, and that you loved me. I didn't know what that level of love you were talking about." I say, I feel his arms loosen around me. I wait for what seems like an eternity for him to say something.
"Yes." I hear him whisper, and his arms tighten back around me. I look up at him, his features hard to make out in the dark.
"Yes?" I question.
"Yes, I do love you."
