8 September 2012
7-Ally
~Ally's POV~
It was going on 10:00 when my ears detected the sound of Mitch’s car door. My eyes darted open, but I didn’t move. There was no reason to. I was still in shock from our…fight. The front door opened, and I heard Mitch’s shoes step against the wooden kitchen floor. He was probably getting a bagel before going into his room for the night. Just that simple action brought me another round of tears. Just the thought that he would choose food over his own sister was…heart-breaking. Ok, maybe I was being a little over-dramatic. PMS, maybe. But what I was feeling was real. Maybe I wouldn’t be so…upset, if he had maybe turned that car around to come resolve things between us, or maybe something of the like. But no! He had probably forgotten all about me. He didn’t care about what I thought of him. That was just how shallow he was. I had seen so many old movies about a sister and brother that got in arguments, but had always apologized and everything in the end. But it was like, that wasn’t reality. At least not with Mitch, and me. I heard Mitch’s door to his room open, then quickly shut behind him. I wiped away the last of my stupid tears, and I threw my legs over the side of the bed. I then walked over to my window and lifted the blinds. The sky was almost pitch-black, but the space between our house and the one next to ours was brightly lit, from my light, and the neighbor’s. Our neighbors weren’t just any neighbors. My brother’s incredibly-hot best friend lived there. That’s right, James Kingston, my mega-crush was living just a few feet away from me. I knew James was in his room but he wasn’t visible yet. His room was so much bigger than mine, and through our windows, I only got to view part of it. I decided to wait for him. Maybe seeing him would make me feel a little better, or, the least it could do would be to distract me a bit. It was then that I saw him—and his gorgeous body. James was walking toward his bed, which was close to the window, shirtless. I had only seen him with his shirt off a few times before, and that had all been through the window, as well. Still, this being, what—the third time—seeing him like this, made me feel like dying. It reminded me once again about how totally I was out of his league. Even knowing that awful truth, I kept on loving him. I stared at James, praying as hard as I could that he wouldn’t see me watching him, especially since I looked so horrible. He definitely had the most beautiful chest I had ever seen. He was muscled, but not too muscular. Just watching him made me think again how absolutely perfect, he was. To my dismay, James suddenly grabbed a stretchy t-shirt that had been lying on his bed, and he slipped it on. I sighed, disappointedly. I closed the blinds, and felt so grateful that he wasn’t going to see me, tonight. I quickly looked in my mirror, and honestly thought I looked horrible. My eyes were red and puffy from crying so much. My cheeks were quite red, as well…and my lips were impossible. I sighed, and peeked through the blinds one last time at James before turning off the light for the night. I hopped onto the bed, and got underneath the covers. "I love you, James," I whispered, and closed my eyes.
My Brother's Best Friend • Opuss № I