You had had a crush on your brother's best friend for as long as you could remember.

He was only a year older than you, but he always treated you like a little kid. You thought once you grew up a bit, started dressing nicer and wearing makeup, he'd realise that you weren't a little girl anymore. You hoped that he'd see you as something more. But that didn't happen. He still saw you as Michael's younger sister.

The three of you were sitting in the living room, watching some movie him and your brother had picked out. You were just there so you could be close to Michael.

"Dude, did you get that girl's number from the party last night? You guys looked like you really hit it off.” Your brother said.

Michael chuckled. "I got more than just her number, man."

You tried not to frown at his words. You hated that you were feeling jealous about a girl you'd never even met before.

"I think I'm gonna ask her out. She's really nice, and super hot," he continued.

You cleared your throat, standing up, and the boys looked at you. "Uh- I'm just gonna go... get some water.”

Your brother nodded. "Ok, sis."

Hurrying out of the living room, you didn't go to the kitchen. Instead, you went upstairs to your bedroom, feeling an ache in your chest.

Why couldn't it be you? Why couldn't he just see YOU?