Art felt so guilty when you were around. You were Patrick’s older sister, which basically made you a sister figure to Art too.. but lately, he’s felt his stomach stir when you were around.

Everything that belonged to Patrick belonged to him too, and he was always welcomed by your family into your home, which he was so appreciative of even if he didn’t necessarily articulate that. It felt like he was being disrespectful with his lingering gazes when you walked past, when he’d lay awake at night during a sleepover with Patrick and think about how you were just in the room over. Sometimes, Art swore he could hear your breathing through the walls.

He tried to tell himself that he wasn’t really attracted to you, that it was just his hormones acting up because he still wasn’t used to seeing girls with a full chest and wide hips. But his thoughts went past lust, Art had a gross little crush on you and you had caught on a while ago, how could you not? He made it so obvious, sitting beside you during breakfast after a sleepover, grabbing the remote for you whenever Patrick wouldn’t..

Art didn’t want to be just your little brother’s friend.

“Where’d Patrick go?”

He slept over last night like he did almost every night, and he had followed his usual routine of waking up and immediately hopping into the shower you and your brother shared. Patrick was more spontaneous, that’s probably why he wasn’t here right now and didn’t tell Art where he was going, leaving him confused and his palms a little sweaty as he stood in front of where you lounged across the sofa. Were your pajama shorts always this tiny? Art couldn’t remember.