Aloof, Obsessed, and in LOVE

Chapter I


The sunlight sneaked in through cracks of the blinds. The small dust particles swirled in the air. The orange yellow walls glowed with the setting sun’s light. In the middle of the room, a heaping pile of books lay sprawled about.


“Hmm…Pride and Prejudice goes here. And that goes there.” Sad I know but I was organizing my books/room. I love books. I took the books that have been sorted into specific piles and put them up onto the bookshelf in the corner of my room.


After about an hour later, I had finished sorting my books, cds, and other random stuff that I have in my room. I smiled with satisfaction at my newly organized and cleaned room. My room tends to get messy a lot. Though not to the extent that I can’t see the surface of my floor.


I dragged two huge garbage bags out of my room. One was naturally filled with garbage, the stuff that I didn’t want any more. And the other bag contained the clothes that were pre-historic but I was always too lazy to sort through my clothes. My closet looked empty now. I dumped the bag of clothes into the closet in our garage and skipped back to my room.


I put a cd into my stereo and grabbed the book on my night stand. I tucked myself and got nice and comfy. I opened up my book and continued to read yet another hopeless romantic book. I wish that sort of stuff was real. You know the whole bit with happily ever after-s and prince charming-s?


Unfortunately I happen to be yet another hopeless romantic who drools over famous singers and actors that are billions light years out of my reach. Gah! Why do I have to be a no body!? My life is so dull, you’ll probably fall asleep if you hear my life story.


Anyway back to the previous subject. I wish that love was real. I dream about my future husband and how perfect he’ll be. I never have that though. I do not have enough self-esteem for that. I mean asking out a guy.


Okay, my mind totally wandered. I just realized that I have been reading the same sentence for the past five minutes. Crazy huh? I tend to space out a lot. When I was in fifth grade, my teacher told my mom that I space out in class during a parent teacher conference.


I closed my book as my stomach growled as if to say, “FEED ME!” I started to sing along and dance with the music playing. When I said dance I meant the pathetic kind people do when they can’t dance. Yeah, I suck at all physical activities.


I ran down the stairs, even if my warned me a thousand times not to do that. She is an over protective mother. I danced my way across the kitchen and opened the fridge. I got some cheese, tomatoes, and eggs. I made myself a sandwich and started making tea.


The kettle whistled and I took it off the stove. I am good at making beverages by the way. And I am good at baking, but I abhor cooking. My mom always lectures me about how women are supposed to be able to cook food and provide her family with nutritious and fresh food. Except she always forgot the fact that I have given up on me having a family, forever.


I took my lemon tea with sugar along with my sandwich to the living room. I turned the TV on, and went to turn off my stereo. As I came down the stairs, I saw my older brother Kevin with his friend Ricky munching on my perfectly good sandwich. I blocked the TV and crossed my arms over my chest. I gave them two hard glares.


“Hey get out of the way! We are trying to watch TV you know!” Complained Kevin as he motioned for me to move.


“You are eating something that I prepared for MYSELF.” I get really ticked when people take my food without asking. Especially wasted a lot of my weekend time on it.


“Shove off already.” Ricky stated coldly. He doesn’t like me much. I have to admit I do have a slight crush on him. Must be his British thing. He is from England. When I first met him I thought he was so cool but he came out to be snobby. I walked over to my brother and smacked him over the head and made a run for it.


I managed to run into my room just in time for my brother’s face to collide with my bedroom door. I laughed and jumped up and down. I did my evil laugh I do when I have close calls. You know the whole thing with hunching over and rubbing hands together. I sometimes clap.


“You suck!” I yelled through the key hole so that my brother could hear me.


“Yeah? When you come out your room, there’ll be hell to pay.” He threatened and I heard him walk down the stairs.


I sat in my room and waited for my brother to forget about me before I go back to the kitchen to get something to eat. My stomach growled in protest as it hadn’t been fed. I waited about an hour before I risked to walk out of my safety net.


I peaked my head out the door, and check if the coast was clear. I slowly tip toed down the hall, and looked at the living room which was empty except for the dirty dishes that my brother had the shame to leave behind.


I quietly sneaked down to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Just my luck I used up the last of the eggs. I decided to preheat a pizza, and put the kettle on. I swung my feet off of the counter while I waited for my food to be ready.


The timer beeped and I grabbed the small towels hanging off the hook. I took the pizza out of the oven and began to try and cut it. I was leaning over it, my brows furrowed, and the stupid knife going back and forth but not doing anything.


“DAMN YOU!” I yelled at the pizza. I chucked the knife into the sink. I cooled myself off before going back to cutting but with a different knife. I pathetically cut into it slightly. I forced it apart. I grabbed my slice and cup of tea.


I turned the corner that lead to the stairs to find Kevin and Ricky descending the stairs. I ducked into a dark corner of the living room. I seriously wanted to eat my food this time, and not get the crap beaten out of me.


They were talking in low voices as they walked out together. I ran up my room while I managed not to spill my tea. Hah! Victory is mine. I looked out the window and saw Ricky get into his car. My brother waved good bye and he turned back to the house. I locked my room.


At nine o’clock my mom came home. Complaining about her foot pain. She took off her white sneakers and neatly piled them onto the shoe rack. I was brave enough to exit my room with my brother’s room right next to the stairs. My room was located in the end of the hall. Very hard when trying to sneak out. Not that I ever tried.


We had a small mini dinner, accounting to the fact that it was late. Around ten my other brother Ritchie came home. He comes home on Friday nights and stays with us until evening of Sunday. He is the greatest guy alive. He is my favorite brother. The fact that I have three brothers.


Ritchie is the second eldest, following Jared who is the eldest at the age of twenty seven. Ritchie is twenty one, and Kevin is eighteen. And I am sixteen almost on the verge of being seventeen. One month to be exact. Jared lives in New York so he comes to visit us couple of times a month. He and I never got the chance to get close because he was already in college when I was in second grade.


If you are wondering where my dad is, then you should know he walked out on us ten years ago. Mom was heart broken but I think it was for the best. Our house is so much more peaceful with the exception of my occasional fights with Kevin. He is such a butt.


So anyway, back to my favorite brother Ritchie. I think he got the best genes because he is the most smartest and handsomest out of the whole Henderson family. He was is so popular amongst the girls. All the girls at the high school tried to suck up to me so that he would date them. He would always wave them off though. He even let me tag with him to the movies when he and his friends went.


Kevin stood in the corner of the room while me and Ritchie caught up. He goes to college in Philadelphia, so he stays there for the whole week. I miss him a lot. The house seems kind of empty without him. Kevin was always jealous of Ritchie because he never got to be as popular nor smart as Ritchie. It’s his fault though he doesn’t do much to get the grades that he thinks should get. I would say that I am the second smartest person in the family after Ritchie and mom of course. I manage to get decent grades.


“Hey man. Aren’t you going to give your brother a hug?” Ritchie asked as he noticed that Kevin hadn’t said anything to him since his arrival. Kevin seemed to debate it for a second and decided to give him a hug after all.


Ritchie managed to get on Kevin’s good side again, so the three of us ended up watching scary movies under our huge ‘comfort’ blanket. My mom kissed us good night and told us not to stay up too late. To which we all replied with ‘sir yes sir’. We joke around like that whenever she tells what to do. She usually lets us do whatever. As long as it’s not dangerous.


“Oh my god. WHY ISN’T SHE RUNNING!? RUN YOU IDIOT!” Ritchie yelled as he threw a piece of pop corn at the TV set. We were watching a girl pathetically walk around in a dark abandoned factory. As per usual a killer was right behind her.


“Now she realizes. TOO FREAKING LATE!” Ritchie yelled in frustration. He gets really ticked when we watch scary movies and the people in the movie are just so stupid. I laugh at his anger.


The girl started running, and of course tripped. How predictable. Us three were experts at scary movies. We know every single trick Hollywood tries to pulls. They tend to be the same old cliché stories, but we have too much fun watching these. After the movie ended, we all decided to go to bed.


“Dee could you get me a towel?” Ritchie asked me as we all headed to the bathroom. I nodded and grabbed a fresh towel from the hall closet. Three of us crowded around the single sink and brushed our teeth. We only have two and a half bathrooms in our house. The other one is in mom’s room. And we can’t use it when she is sleeping.


“Man it feels good to be home.” Ritchie exclaimed. I gave him a good night hug and a kiss, before I headed over to my own room. I fell onto my bed and lay there waiting to fall asleep. I have trouble getting to sleep.


Strangely my thoughts went over to Ricky. That is so weird. Did I mention that he has these amazing gray blue eyes. His hair color is different from most guys too. He has this reddish blonde brown hair. I can’t describe his hair color exactly. And he also doesn’t look like most of the guys at my school. He is a senior by the way. He wears rock band shirts and weird pants. And leathers jackets. His sense of style is kind of odd. I like it though.


The reason I have a slight crush on him is because of his accent and the way he acts most of the time. He isn’t very nice to me though, as I told you before. He is very quiet in school. I have gym and history with him. He isn’t very into sports, although he is a really fast runner. He is more of a musician. He can play an electric guitar like crazy. I heard him once when he brought his guitar over to our house.


In school he completely ignores me. When we had to work as a group for a history assignment, he didn’t even say a sentence to me. In gym it’s the same thing. Not even one word. Actually he doesn’t talk to people much, but I am the only person he ignores though.


“Get out of my head.” I muttered to myself. The harder I tried the more his presence is stuck in my mind. Argh.


The next morning I woke up late because I couldn’t get to sleep. I decided I needed a shower so I walked out to bathroom in my pajamas. Which consist of nice baggy shirt and a boxers that I bought for Jared for Christmas but it turned out to be too small so I kept it. I couldn’t return it anyway, it was on sale. The whole underwear thing was supposed to a joke, but I don’t think Jared thought it was funny.


The whole weekend passed by without much coincidence. And Ritchie had to leave again. I spent the rest of Sunday moping around about the fact that tomorrow is Monday.

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