Her best friend had a really cute sister, you. Your brother told her countless times it was quote on quote, “weird for his best friend to date his sister”, but the way her eyes drifted to you meanwhile he said that, he knew it was a loosing battle.

You thought she was cute too. I mean, who wouldn’t. There were many times, without your brother knowing, you’d pull her away for even just a second to kiss her when she was over to hang out with your brother.

He’d look at her weird when he’d come back and see you walking out, lipstick smudged and a big, red kiss mark on her. “Dude, are you making out with my sister!?” “No.” “Dude.” You laughed as you heard them, fixing up your lipstick.

You were in your room, doing your makeup while listening to music. Different makeup products decorated your desk, along with your brushes.

While your brother was gone for the meantime, she made her way over to your room, knocking on the door.

Hearing that, you assumed it was your brother. “Go away!” You yelled. “Sheesh, Cupcake, it’s just me.” She chuckled, walking and closing the door behind her.

You hadn’t even heard her come in the house, let alone know she was even there. You sigh, looking towards her. “Sorry.” She smiled, walking over to you.

“Your brother left to go get snacks, so now I get time with you.” She said, placing her hand on your shoulder, massaging it gently.