I woke up just after ten A.M., rolling over only to squint as the sun hit my unadjusted eyes. I had forgotten to close my curtains before going to bed last night, and so the sun was bright as hell within my room. It reminds me just how much I hate mornings.
I heard my brother running up and down the hall, playing with Whiskers, our cat. "Sean," I whine.
Sean was my younger brother. He was a year younger than me. Sean looked a lot like me, with brown hair that was buzz cut, and big blue eyes. He was loud and rambunctious. He was always getting into things that he really shouldn't have been. He spent days on end endlessly chasing and teasing our poor cat. And when he wasn't teasing the cat he was in his room, geek-ing out. He was a massive collector of Pokemon cards, and of anything and everything Star Wars related.
We really weren't alike in any way, but somehow we still managed to get along. He was the sweetest little boy I knew, and I knew that despite our differences he would do anything for me and he'd do it without a second thought.
In a way he was my best friend. Someone who I could trust with any secret.
I jumped, startled when my door goes swinging open. I instinctively clutch my bedsheets to my body. Whiskers comes bolting into my room, darting for my desk and he cowers underneath it. Sean comes running in after the poor cat, not even caring that he could've seen me in an indecent state. "Sean, you can't do that! What if I was naked?" I scold him.
He stops dead in his tracks, immediately turning away from me, "Oh god, I'm sorry Tare. I'll try to remember to knock next time." He diverts his eyes from me, covering them with his hands, embarrassed.
I laugh lightly and he turns to face me. "Leave that poor cat alone already. I think he's been through enough."
"Yeah, okay . . . fine. Mom and Dad are making breakfast," he said as he slowly walked out of the room.
I groaned, not wanting to get up. I rolled over and looked at my phone, checking my messages. Nothing. Well, guess I'd better get up. I got out of bed and closed my door. I quickly got changed into more acceptable clothes and headed to the kitchen to eat breakfast with my family.
After eating breakfast, I decided I'd check my Facebook again, preparing myself for hundreds of statuses about the Nomads' win. Scrolling down my newsfeed, I couldn't help but see Louis' status.
Louis Austin: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for being so nice to me on my first day. It really is tough, and so I'd like to thank all you guys for making the day great. I made a lot of new mates, and it'll be nice to have such an awesome graduating class. Also, it was nice to meet all of you. @DerekHolmes @StefanDee @AdamFontaine @ShawnKerr @TarinClemons @KylaOHara @MichaelParkin @GaretMiddleton @TylerHopkins I hope there's more great times to come, and new adventures, mates, and relationships with you. :)
And then I noticed that Louis had taken the time to write on each person's wall of whom he'd befriended on his first day. I ignored the mass of them and immediately scrolled down to the one he'd written on Tyler's wall.
Louis Austin > Tyler Hopkins
Mate! You're the best! Thanks for getting me on to the Nomads! AND on my first day I played in a game! You're pretty fantastic! :)
How cute. The next one was mine. I inhaled a large breath, taking a second to steady myself before reading. I don't know why I was feeling so worked up when I hadn't even read it yet.
Louis Austin > Tarin Clemons
You're Tarin, right? And I'm Louis, right? Haha. Sorry for bumping into you and knocking all your stuff out of your arms love. You seem like a really nice and fun person. It was pretty funny when all your friends yelled at you during the football game... I could hear it on the field. I somehow saw you like a hundred times today! Anyways, it was awesome meeting you love, hope to see you around. :)
Oh . . . my . . . god . . . he wrote a fucking paragraph about me. My brain automatically goes into over-analyzation mode. Did this mean he liked me? I scrolled through the other messages he'd written, most of them were like nine words, mine was an entire paragraph. And he'd actually called me 'love' twice. I smiled much too happily at the screen before me.
Who actually takes the time to do all of this? I couldn't believe he actually took the time to add all of the people he'd met on his first day, and write them a nice little message. This guy was too nice to be true.
Just then my phone went off — two vibrations. It was from Britney.
From Britney: Hey, there's a party tonight... do u want to come? The 4 of us are going. :) Brit x
To Britney: Sure! I'll meet you at your house? What time?
From Britney: Come for 7. The party starts at 9. We're all getting fancy and dolled up before going. So bring a dress and heels bitch ;D
To Britney: I'll bring a dress, no heels.
From Britney: k, I'll see you then x