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YOU'll NEVER know how damaged someone is until you try to love them. ————————— —————————-
𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 JUNE 18TH, 2019
That Same Night.
"Who's the boy?"
Briellah's older brothers voice spread through the newly acquired home like wildfire, frightening the girl. She let out a small gasp, gripping her chest and slamming herself against the front door as she closed it. "Jesus, Seb. You scared the hell out of me." She breathed.
"Who's the boy?" He repeated, causing her to roll her eyes.
"There's no boy." She claimed, but he shook his head; tossing her a new beach bracelet he'd bought her that day. She smiled down at the different shades of thin blue yarn laced together. "Reminded me of you." He said; taking a bite from a Pink Lady apple. She was about to thank him but he beat her to it. "So. Who's the boy?" He asked again; his mouth full. "Okay first of all, ew"
She cringed at the chewed food as he stuck his tongue out at her. She covered her eyes; refusing to look at it. "There isn't a boy, Seb." She claimed yet again.
"C'mon kid. You're all flush cheeked and smily. I know you."
Her brother wasn't necessarily protective. Well, he was. Extremely; actually. He'd kill for that girl. He loved her more than life. But he wasn't the type of over protective that didn't let her date; or she felt like she had to hide things from. They told each other everything. They were inseparable.
"Fine. If you won't tell me, allow me to guess." He starts, as the girl grabs a water bottle from the fridge; letting her brothers voice distract her from the booming thunder outside. She walks over and locks the front door, before heading back to the kitchen. "Tall. Probably Blonde. Maybe dirty blonde. Light eyes. You've never been one to fall for the brown eyed boys. Adventurous. Bit of a bad boy vibe. Probably has a motorcycle. Definitely a surfer, too. No way we moved to an island and you'd fall for someone that doesn't surf."
The girl almost choked on her water at his accuracy. But she held it back, trying not to show he was right. But he'd already known. "He doesn't have a motorcycle." She muttered under her breath, making him laugh.
