Don't Get Me Wrong (Middle of Revamping)

Chapter 21: It's Not So Tough

3 weeks after the twin's birthday party...

Tia's POV-

"Kanna, tungitiya? (did you sleep)?" My mom wakes me up with a slight whisper in her voice. I finished all my work and slept an hour ago, so you can tell that I'm probably tired AF.

I grunt and rub my eyes, trying to get used to the bright light stinging my vision.

"Yennachi (what happened)?" I ask her as I raise myself off the bed.

"There's a surprise for you downstairs."

"This late?"

"Aama."

"What is it?" I question while she grabs my hand and pulls me off my bed.

"Kannu moodu (close your eyes). I'll guide you," she instructs to which I respond, "You don't have to worry about that." With that out of the way, I start sleepwalking.

Well, technically I'm aware that I'm walking. So scratch sleepwalking.

After leading me down the stairs and reaching the floor, Amma just stops somewhere but continues holding my hand.

"Is the surprise here?" I start growing a little impatient.

"Yes, it's here."

"I'm going to sleep on the couch. I was having a dream about being on a cruise ship made of cookies, and I was lounging on a chair made of cheesecake," I start rambling as I walk to my sofa. At this point, I'm just saying whatever's in my mind. And right now, what's on my mind is sleep.

"See? I told you, ma. She never misses me," a deep voice from behind starts talking. I can recognize that voice from anywhere. It may be deep and raspy, but it always sounds welcoming and friendly.

Only one person has this voice.

I turn around and see my brother standing there, with his signature smile on his face. I'm not wearing my glasses, so I'm not able to see what he looks like. But from what I can see, he still looks the same. He still has long, disheveled hair and he's wearing his black glasses. He dressed pretty comfortably, with a pair of grey sweats and a Berkeley hoodie.

I can feel myself tearing up in happiness as I run into his arms. Krish hasn't been back in Texas since August, so I haven't seen him in-person for around 4 months. I missed him so much. First off, I missed his hugs. He has the best bear-hugs ever.

I have so much tea to spill to him. I love telling my parents what's going on in my life, but I feel more comfortable telling him since he's closer to my age.

"Sorry for ruining your outfit," I apologize when I realize that my tears are wetting his hoodie.

"It's okay, at least I know that you didn't forget me," he grins as he leans down to hug me tighter.

"I missed you, Krissy," I utter with a smile on my face before he kisses my forehead.

"I missed you more. It was weird to be somewhere without hearing your voice every day," he adds on as I lightly chuckle.

I let go of him, and he widens his eyes.

"What happened?" I ask him to which he grabs my hair and starts running it through his fingers.

"Where's the rest of your hair? WHAT'S THIS?!" he looks at my short brown hair in disbelief, and he looks even more shocked when he spots my caramel toned highlights.

"I cut my hair and got highlights! It looks hot, right?" I ask him jokingly and run my hair through my fingers.

Okay, there's a reason why I never showed Krish my haircut. It's because he has the best freakout sessions ever! Look at this! I've never seen him act so flustered before.