Mars and Jupiter
I groaned out loud and crossed my arms across my chest. I glared at the television hoping somehow it could just swallow me whole. Anywhere, I'd rather be anywhere then to deal with him. It was a Friday, for god's sake. Give me a break!
I was vaguely aware of how he sauntered over and dropped himself next to me. I bit back the urge to scream. I watched as my brother, Ethan, came into the living room and dropped his keys on the table before starting up the stairs to his room.
"Ethan! Don't leave me alone with him!" I sort of shrieked and moaned, turning around to watch him. He looked back at me and shot me one of his I-don't-care looks before continuing up the stairs. Well, some helpful brother he was. I'm going to get back at him for that. Oh, I'm so going to get him good.
I turned back to the television and crossed my arms tightly across my chest again. I couldn't watch it in peace anymore. Not with him here.
"So how was your day?" he asked me with that annoying drawl of his that he thinks was attractive and alluring. Attractive, my ass. It reminded me of someone choking.
"It was awesome. That is, before you showed up," I muttered. His laughter boomed around the room and I couldn't help but to cringe.
"I think you mean, 'It was awful till you showed up'"
I shot him a dirty look while he just laughed. God, I could bite his head off, I swear.
"Get lost, Curtis," I said bitingly.
Okay, so, Curtis is one of my brother's best friends. I don't know what my brother sees in him. I mean, really. He was two years older than me. Curtis was, well, undeniably gorgeous. He had the slick black hair, the penetrating blue eyes and the well-defined abs. It was obvious that he was into working out. But Curtis was also undeniably annoying, proud and awful. The guy doesn't know when to piss off and get a life, seriously.
"Aw, don't be like that, hon. You know you want me," he slurred.
I choked on my own saliva and turned to glare at him. I know I probably looked disgusting but, what the hell?
"Yeah, right. I want you as much as I want to get infected by some disease and die," I growled.
I looked at the vase of flowers that mom had placed on the coffee table with contemplation. I mean, I could actually hit him. The vase was really not that far from my reach. If I do get into trouble, I could say I was admiring it or something and it fell onto him, simple.
He laughed again and did the most unexpected thing. Okay, I didn't see it coming but it was so like him. He slipped his hand around my waist and pulled me to him, resting his head on my shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing?" I hissed but I couldn't move. He had me cornered. What the heck?
"Stay still alright," he said softly and for once, he didn't sound annoying or that he was trying to hit on me. He sounded, so…pleading and, and...tired.
Yeah, I was struggling for words. I mean, it was so un-Curtis like. Huh.
I froze as I felt him tug at my crossed arms. I uncrossed them consciously. I know I probably shouldn't have, but curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to see what he was planning to do. He better not take advantage of me, or I swear I'll scream in his ears.
Unexpectedly, he slipped his hand into mine.
"You smell nice," he chuckled softly, drawing circles in my palm.
Okay, this was getting a little too intimate and awkward for me.
The phone rang and I jumped away from him, glad for an escape, glad for any escape. I think I heard him sigh.
"Hellooo?" I said in a singsong voice.
"Eva?" It was Cheryl, Ethan's girlfriend.
"Say no more," I chirped. Holding the receiver away from me, I screamed to Ethan that he had a call.
"Who's calling?" he asked as he descended the steps.
"Cheryl," I told him and I practically bit my lip off seeing how he brightened at her name and rushed to the phone, almost tripping over the rug. Aw, he's such a softie when it comes to Cheryl.
He grabbed the phone out of my hand and glared at me, clearly wanting me to butt off. Well, it won't be that easy to get rid of me. Grinning, I dropped back onto the couch, as far as possible from Curtis. I turned to watch my brother.
"Yeah? Sure… alright. I'll see you in five. Bye, love you."
"Where you going?" I asked as he placed down the phone.
"None of your business," he muttered.
"Aw, that's so cute, Ethan," I squealed. I watched as he headed towards the door, grabbing his keys. I suddenly remembered of Curtis sitting on the other, far end of the couch.
"Wait, aren't you taking him?"
Ethan glanced at Curtis with boredom in his eyes and looked at me.
"You mean him?"
I stared at my brother. Of course, him. Who else could I be referring to? Wait, what's with the him's?
"Yes, him. You know, your best friend, Curtis? That him," I said exasperatedly.
Ethan's eyes flickered to Curtis again and shrugged.
"He's not my best friend anymore," he said sharply and slammed the door before I could say anything else.
I turned back to Curtis to see him lying back against the couch with his eyes closed. I knew he was listening though.
"What did he mean by that?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes at him even though I knew he couldn't see.
"He's pissed at me," he mumbled, shrugging. He opened his eyes to peek at me.
"Why would he be?" I asked, ridiculed. I mean, yes, Curtis is freaking annoying but my brother never gets mad that easily. At least not towards his friends. And especially not to Cheryl.
He shrugged again and sighed, getting off the couch.
"I guess I better get going. Unless you want me to stay," he wiggled his eyebrows at me.
"Right," I scoffed.
"Alright, I'll see you, babe," he sighed and did another unexpected thing. He kissed me on the cheek. He never did that before. I sat there frozen. I heard the door shut behind him as he left and heard the television blaring on. It took me minutes to recover.
I skipped out my room and headed downstairs. On my way though, I saw that Ethan was in his room.
Ohhh, someone's home.
I stood by his doorway and watched him shuffle through his papers.
"How was your date?" I asked, playing with my hair absentmindedly.
"It was fun," he looked up and smiled at me. Okay…someone's in a good mood.
"What did you mean by Curtis isn't your best friend anymore?" I asked slowly, testing his limit but he seemed oblivious. He just shrugged at my question.
"He said that you're pissed at him," I tried again, "I was, well, I was wondering why you are. Pissed at him, I mean"
"He won't stop talking about you," he answered me simply, looking at me straight in the eyes now.
I sighed and leaned against his doorframe.
"Yeah, well, he does love to hit on me," I admitted and frowned at my own plight.
"I don't think you get it, sis. I don't think you ever did. You think he's just playing with you when he hits on you, don't you?"
"Yeah, obviously. What else could he possibly mean?" I asked, bewildered.
He continued to stare at me. Not like I was stupid, but as if he was waiting patiently for me to get it. Wait, what? No way. If he wasn't playing with me, that only means one other thing….
"No!" I laughed, trying to lighten the mood though I could already feel my throat tightening.
"No, no, no. There's no way, Ethan. You almost got me there. Nice one, bro," I smile weakly.
"Eva, he's not playing with you. He really does like you," he said slowly, as if giving me time to let me absorb the words he was saying.
"But-" I started but didn't know what else to say.
"That's why I'm pissed at him. He likes you so much that you're all he ever talks about. So I told him to stop playing with you and to just confess but he won't. Which, really pissed me off. You're my sister, for god's sakes. I don't need to know how beautiful he thinks you are," he shook his head while I just stared at him. "Not that I don't think you're pretty, Eva. I mean, you are," he added.
"But, if you're pissed at him," I choked on the words, "Why'd you bring him over today?"
"He begged me. He said he wanted to see you."
"He begged you?" I repeated in disbelief.
"Yeah, 'Please, I really want to see her. Just today, alright?'" he imitated while I tried not to go off into a coughing fit.
I always knew he liked me, I mean how many more clues could a guy drop besides from all those hitting on me and those nickname-calling that he had already done, but I never knew he was serious about it. I mean, dead serious. How was I supposed to know he like like me?
"Ethan, could you do me a favor?" I asked abruptly. Gosh, I sounded like someone was strangling me.
"Yeah?" he asked, eyeing me with concern.
"Where does Curtis live?"
I read the address on the piece of paper and checked to make sure that I was at the correct house before walking up the doorsteps. I knocked on the door trice and waited. The door creaked open.
"Eva? What are you doing here?"
I smiled weakly at him and shuffled my feet. "I need to talk to you."
He beckoned me into his living room and I sat down on his beige couch, taking in my surroundings. His house was neatly furnished and decorated with pastel colours which were so like the houses in the neighborhood.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. I never seen it before, or maybe it was just me who didn't want to see but there was something in the way he moved around me or the way he spoke…he was…protective. But over me? What?
"No, no, nothing's wrong. It's just that, I talked to Ethan last night," I told him, "About you."
"Yeah, and?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Well, he said," I started but stopped. Did I really want to do this? He continued to watch me with those probing eyes of his.
"Well, he told me why he's pissed with you," I told him slowly.
"Oh yeah, and why's that?" he asked casually but his eyes tightened defensively. Just what I needed, great.
"Because you asked too many questions about me. Because, he told you to confess and you wouldn't," I swallowed.
"Oh, yeah? And do you have a problem with that?" he asked and I looked at him, surprised to find him mad. Why the hell is he angry at me for?
"No, actually, I wanted to talk to you about that," I said shakily.
"Okay, so, what did you want to tell me? Because really, I've got practice," he told me.
For the first time, I looked down and realized that he was in his jersey. Curtis played basketball. Actually, he was the player, the captain. Eek.
"Do you, you know, really, like me?" I asked and braced myself for his response. I looked down and felt my cheeks burn from the question. Maybe he'd laugh at me and tell me that he's been conspiring with my brother to prank me.
"Yeah, I really do," he said softly and I looked up to find his gaze soft and tender. Hesitating slightly, he brushed his fingers from my hairline, down my cheek till my jaw. I trembled slightly at his touch.
"You could've told me. You could've told me instead of just hitting on me and annoying the heck out of me," I joked pathetically, trying not to panic over the fact that he had just leaned closer to me, resting his head on my shoulder and started to nuzzle my neck.
"I'm not good at admitting my feelings," he said softly, his breath ticklish against my skin.
"Aren't you late for practice?"
"I'll be fine," he said, his fingers tracing down my back.
"You know," I laughed breathlessly, "I never said I like you back."
He pulled back abruptly and stared at me.
"You mean, you mean you don't?" he asked. Now it was his turn to choke on his words.
"Maybe, maybe not," I teased.
He shot me a scathing look and got off the couch. I watched as he walked to the end of the room and grabbed his bag.
"If you don't mind, I've got practice to go to," he said bitterly.
I see why he loved to annoy me. It's just so fun.
I grabbed his hand as he passed by me. He looked back at me and scowled.
"Aw, don't get mad at me, baby."
Two can play at the game. His eyes widened before he understood.
"Ha-ha, very funny Eva," he pulled his arm out of my grip and walked out of the house. I followed him.
Where the hell am I going with this?
"Oh, since when were you so touchy?"
"Would you stop playing with me?" he growled.
"Hey, you started it. I'm just, following up on the act." I skipped along with him while he stomped on.
"So," I said, attempting to create a conversation. Or, to be more precise, to annoy him back. "Do you prefer it when I call you hon, baby or babe? Or I could use all three, if you like," I said, grinning to the back of his head.
He whirled around suddenly and glared me down. Now that, was unexpected.
"Are you having fun here, Evangeline? Because really, it's fucking annoying."
Ohh…someone is mad at me.
"But you played it on me first," I shot back.
"Seriously, Eva. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I played with you, but seriously, what'd you expect out of me? I liked you like crazy and the only way I could get a reaction out of you was through that," he snapped.
"Aw, really? But you didn't try anything else, babe"
He glared at me and I cringed a little before quickly composing myself. I pretended to be unfazed though his anger was scaring me.
"Don't get mad at me, honey. Alright, alright, I'll leave you in peace."
But before I left, I decided to push my limits. I ran my fingers down his arm and wiggled my fingers at him before walking away. I knew he was watching me. I could feel his gaze at the back of my head, but still, I walked on.
I flipped through the channels and sighed. Why isn't there anything interesting on?
There was a sharp but loud knock on the door and I glanced away from the television to look at the door. I wondered who it was. Maybe Ethan invited Cheryl over for dinner or something. Mom and Dad should be home soon too.
"I'll get it," Ethan said, passing by me.
I went back to flipping through the channels in search for something at least a little bit interesting that I could watch. Gosh, this is so depressing. It's a Friday afternoon and I don't have anything in the least bit interesting to do.
"Curtis?" I heard Ethan ask.
"I need to talk to Eva."
"What? Why are you so pissed, man?"
Uh oh, I'm screwed, I thought, gnawing on the inside of my cheek.
I turned around to see Curtis squeeze past Ethan and walked over to me.
"Is this supposed to be funny?" He threw the note on the table.
Yep, a note. When I ran my fingers down his arm, unnoticed, I had slipped a note into his bag. I guess he got it, huh?
"I don't know, maybe," I said, pretending to be uninterested.
"What's going on?" Ethan asked, grabbing the note off the table to read it.
"A shame isn't it that you've got the hots for a girl two years younger for you? Oh, don't be too desperate, honey"
"Eva, what the fuck?" Gosh, Ethan wasn't supposed to be a part of this.
I crossed my legs and looked up to the both of them with boredom.
Damn, they're pissed.
"I was kidding, alright?"
"Yeah, it's real funny, Eva. I know you're pissed that I played with you, but at least I didn't stoop this low."
I watched as he stomped out of the house and slam the door behind him. Maybe I went a little too far. Crap.
"Eva, seriously, what were you trying to do?" Ethan asked me. I looked up to see him confused.
"I was only kidding," I said quietly.
"Well, it's not funny. He really liked you and this is what you did to him? I've never seen him so serious about a girl till you and you stepped all over him. Nice, sis, really."
"I'll be right back."
I grabbed his arm and turned him around. He glared at me.
"I was only kidding. I'm so sorry," I begged him to understand.
"Yeah, well, it was really bitchy of you, you know? If you didn't like me, you could've just said no." He yanked his arm out of my hold.
" Who said I didn't like you?"
"Damn, Eva, first you say you don't, now you say you do. Just get to the point, alright? I'm tired of playing games," he snapped.
"Alright, then. I like you. Happy?"
"Oh yeah? For all I know, you could be playing with me again."
"Gosh, Curtis, why'd you expect me to do?"
"What? You're kidding me right?"
"No, I'm not."
"All I have to do is to prove that I like you?"
I watched him, looking for some sign to see that he wasn't serious. I got nothing. Oh god, he's not kidding. How the hell am I supposed to 'prove it'?
"I knew it," he snapped and started to turn away.
What the fuck am I supposed to do to prove it to this guy, for god's sakes?!
"Alright!" I shouted abruptly.
He turned around slowly to face me. He looked cautious, his body tensed.
Here goes nothing. Goodbye dignity, hello reality.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped up to him and kissed him.
I could feel him freeze as I took him by surprise. I pulled back before he could react.
"Is that a good enough prove for you?"
"Yeah. Yeah, it was," he said in a daze.
I started to take a step back but he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
"What are you doing?" I demanded.
"I'm not done with you yet," he grinned.
"You told me to prove that I liked you back, and I did. Why do you still need me around? Let me go," I said, squirming as he tightened his grip.
"I don't know," he said, wrinkling his brow, "Maybe because I love you?"
He kissed me then. I knew I should've pushed him away and cursed him for going back on his word but for some reason, I didn't. Instead, I wound my arm around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I wouldn't know if the people passing us by were shooting us disgusted looks or if the guys were checking me out. I wouldn't know. All I know was that I was kissing him back as his fingers trailed down my back and as he squeezed my hand gently. All I know, is that we were together.
And why, you'd ask me. Why was I kissing him back though anybody who passed us by could see?
I don't know. Maybe because I love him too.
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