My Brother Actually Cares!
After that day, we exchanged numbers and began having lunch together weekly and long story short, we became great friends. I thought we did, at least. Maybe I’m just overacting, I thought to myself, rinsing the shampoo out of my hair. Maybe she was just having a moment and needs space and will explain it later. I lathered some conditioner onto the ends of my hair and scrubbed my body until it was a peachy color.
There was a knock at the door and a loud shout;
“I’m almost done!” I shouted back, washing the remaining soap off.
“You’ve been in there for almost an hour!” the voice whined.
“Sorry!” I replied, shutting off the water and wrapping myself in a towel.
I brushed my teeth and applied moisturizer to my skin.
“Just meet me and Sarah in your room!” the voice, that I identified as Becca answered.
“Ok,” I said, ruffling my hair in another towel.
Satisfied that I was all dry, I creaked open my bathroom room and entered my room. Sarah was heating up the straighter and curling iron while Becky was sorting through my dresser.
“What are you looking for?” I questioned, standing next to Becca.
“A cute bathing suit. It’s a pool party,” she answered, not looking up.
“It is? Isn’t it still a little cold to go swimming?” I replied, sitting on my bed.
“He has an indoor and outdoor pool,” Sarah informed me.
“So, we are wearing bathing suits then,” I said.
“No, we’re bringing bathing suits, just in case we need….” Sarah was then cut off by the excited squealing of Becca.
“Finally! I found one!” she exclaimed, revealing a pair of black bottoms and a blood red halter top.
“Becca… that top is too revealing” I stammered, recalling trying it only last summer. Let’s just say it barely held my ***** together. And I mean, barely.
“It is not! Don’t be such a prude!” Becca pouted.
“I’m not being a prude! It honestly doesn’t fit!” I yelled, crossing arms.
“At least, try it on. It will give me time to find you your “party” outfit,” Becca demanded, throwing the suit at me.
“Fine,” I mumbled, catching it and walking back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind. The bottoms fit fine but the top barely covered my overly ample *****. I pulled it this way and that way but there was always a piece of *****ticking out. Giving up, I wrapped myself up in my towel again and went back into my room.
“Done already?” Sarah asked, taming her hair with the straightener.
“It doesn’t take long to put on a bathing suit, it’s not like a wedding dress or something,” I replied.
“Well, let’s see it, Lia,” Becca chirped and I groaned but obliged, letting the towel fall, exposing my body.
They gasped, their eyes popping out their sockets and their mouths gaping so wide stuff a hundred flies and still wouldn’t be full. And they were like that for at least five minutes, making me self-conscious.
“Guys, your freaking me out,” I eventually said, starting to fluster with their unwavering gaze.
“Sorry, it’s just, you look so **** hot,” Sarah blurted and my face turned beet red.
“Thanks, I guess,” I muttered.
“Ryan will be all over you,” Becca gushed.
I scowled, “Any boy with eyes would be all over me because my ***** are literally popping out of this top!”
“Not true. Not everyone has the figure for it but you do,” Becca argued.
I flushed deeper, my face almost turning purple.
Becca and Sarah laughed at me and I pulled the towel protectively around my body. I mean, sure, it is nice to get complimented, but I just…felt uncomfortable.
“I can’t wear this, its uncomfortable,” I whined.
“Beauty is pain, Lia,” Sarah said.
“Who said I wanted to be beautiful?” I asked.
“Every girl wants to be beautiful, are you saying you want to be ugly?” Sarah inquired, crinkling her eyebrows.
“No, but can’t I be beautiful without this too small bathing suit top?” I answered, gesturing to my form.
“Of course, girl. But tonight, you’re wearing this bathing suit. End of story.” Becca replied and
“Fine but only if I go swimming,” I groaned.
Sarah and Becca squealed and threw a ball of clothes at me, hitting me in the chest. I look at them weirdly and they giggle.
“That’s what your wearing clothes wise,” Becca answered before I could even ask.
I unfolded them and shook them out before setting them gently on the bed. It was a red lipstick long-sleeved crop top and a simple black skirt.
“Please tell me you’re not forcing me to wear high heels tonight,” I pleaded, giving them my puppy dog eyes.
“And see you fall on your face in front of Ryan? Of course not, your wearing your white converse high-tops, “Becca answered and I sighed in relief.
“You approve the outfit?” Becca asked, anticipation making her eyes look like a bright lime.
“Yes, it is revealing but not too much,” I replied, grabbing the clothes off the bed.
“That’s what I thought! Now go get changed! We still have to do your makeup and hair,” she exclaimed, a huge smile encompassing her face.
Obliging, I grabbed the clothes and went back in the bathroom, glad to be rid of the bathing suit. Hopefully, I wouldn’t be swimming. The top was a little snug and the skirt was a little close but they fit pretty good. I exited the room and almost and ran headfirst into my brother.
“Watch where you’re going you, big oaf!” I yelled, punching him in the shoulder.
“You have an awful punch,” he commented, a crooked grin slanting his face.
“At least I can punch,” I argued.
Jeremy scowled, his brown eyes glinting with anger. He clenched his fists as if to punch me but then unclenched them, looking at me. That’s when he gasped, taking a step back.
“What are you wearing?” Jeremy demanded, his eyes raking up my appearance.
“Clothes,” I said, confused by his interest.
“No **** Sherlock, why are you dressed …. like that,” he stammered, running a hand through his chocolate colored hair.
“If you must know, I am going to a party with Becca and Sarah,” I answered.
“Not like that you aren’t!” he growled.
“Why do you care?” I exclaimed.
“Because,” he muttered, his cheeks flaming.
“That’s not an answer,” I pouted.
He a hand through his hair and gave me a look.
“Just don’t, alright?” he begged.
I snorted, “I’ll put a leather jacket on but I’m not changing out of this outfit,”
“That’s a little better I guess. Just be careful…guys can be real monsters,” Jeremy sighed, giving me a bear hug.
Hesitantly, I hugged him back. I wonder if I am dreaming? I asked myself. My brother was actually concerned and hugging me. And because of my clothes! Somebody pinch me now!
After a few minutes, my lungs were crying for air so I rasped; “Remi, need air. Let go,”
Instantly, he let go, averting his gaze.
“Sorry,” he grunted.
“It’s fine,” I huffed, hunching over my knees.
“Just be careful, guys are ***** ******** that will take advantage of someone innocent like you,” he reminded and I nodded.
” Better get back to Becca and Sarah, they’re probably ready to break down the bathroom door,” I chuckled awkwardly.
“Oh, sorry,” he exclaimed, moving out of the way for me to continue.
“Thanks, bro,” I chirped, slapping him on back.
“You hit like a baby,” he teased.
“Whatever,” I replied, walking back into my room.