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“Yes, I have to go, but send me a pic once you get ready! Love you, Rory! Bye!”
“Bye, babes!” I sing-song as I end the call.
I opt for a deep green sleeveless dress. It hugs my chest and tummy. It comes right to the end of my thighs, showing off my floral and dragon tattoos. Christine is going to have a fit.
My hair falls over my shoulders and back in soft curls. I check the time once more whilst finishing my grunge makeup look. Thirty more minutes till I have to be there. I put my Doc’s on and lock the door on my way out.
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My hands are gripping the wheel so hard I think I might break it. I’m taking deep breaths driving through the last street before theirs, but it doesn’t help. My nerves got the best of me. I’m munching on a family-sized bag of Skittles in my car, hoping I don’t throw up the moment I walk into their house.
Their house is huge, but beautiful, if I take my hatred for huge houses into consideration. The facade is peachy, and the windows are white. The lawn might just be the greenest green I’ve ever seen, I wish I could melt into it. I slowly step onto the stone path leading to the front porch. I quickly reach the stairs, as the voices from the inside reach me. I freeze on the spot. A child’s laughter leaks through the door and a husky male voice follows it.Noah. I would recognize that voice anywhere. As I lift my hand in hopes of finally ringing the bell, the door abruptly opens.
“You must be Ronan!” A soft blonde pulls me into a hug “I’m Tiana, Marko’s eldest,” she muffles into my hair. “The child you probably heard echoing through the whole street is mine,” she starts rambling, and I can’t help but smile. “His name is Webster, and I apologize in advance for all the noise you are about to walk into!”
“Hiii!” I squeal, being almost squeezed to death “I’m Ronan! Nice to meet you!” I respond in the same manner, as she grabs my arm, and rushes me inside, “And no problem, I love kids andallsmall animals!”
“Please, come in!” Tiana laughs and gestures to the living room down the hall, just as my mother comes from it.
“Jesus, Ronan, so much for not being a disappointment.” she bites, and Tiana looks at me apologetically. I am confused, she never lets comments like this slip in front of other people. It seems like my mother’s mask is slipping, and I wonder if she notices.
“Good to see you too, mom.” I say as I walk past her.
Older man, similar to Noah in features, but with a small beer belly instead of a six pack, steps in front of me, grabbing my palm in his.
“Zdravo!” he rumbles, “I’m Marko, nice to officially meet you! I’ve heard so much about you!” His eyes catch my wrist, as I pull my hand away, he must know the word, “Nice tattoo!” he adds.
“The feeling is mutual! Thank you, sir!” I respond, smitten by how much they look alike.
A sweaty, ripped guy comes in from the door next to the living room, waving at me. I wave back, figuring that must be Jensen. My mom talks about him the most, so I feel like I know him already.
“Come here. Come here! There is only one of us left to meet.” Marko and Tia pull me into the room, and suddenly all of the air is punched out of my lungs. The world stops turning. The sun stops shining. There is only him.
His gorgeous hair lays perfectly around his face, framing his feline features. His eyes are wide, his nostrils flared. Putting the glass down on a coffee table, he stands. I almost forgot how tall he is. My knees are moments away from buckling. High pitched sound fills my ears, my hand automatically stretches to grab his. I feel like I might faint as my heart completely loses its rhythm, turning into one big, continuous gong. His skin is cold, doused in anger.I know, I am angry at myself too. My lips twitch, but no smile reaches my face. I wish I could embrace him, but I can’t let the others know that we know each other. The taste of his skin still lingers on my tongue, that’s how closely I know him.
“Hi, I’m Ronan, Christine’s daughter. My friends call me Rory.” Despair mixed with sweetness is coating my voice, tears are stinging my eyes.
“Hahaha, nice to meet you,Rory. I’m Noah, your fucking stepbrother.
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Cry me a river - Justin Timberlake
Noah
I am devastated. Completely, utterly devastated by the fact that after two years, I’m looking at the woman I desire so much it hurts. An astonishing amount of fog fills my head. My mind is going a thousand miles per millisecond. She is in front of me.
My goddamn woman is my goddamn stepsister.
Gods, why have you forsaken me?It could’ve been anyone else, why her?
“Noah! What is that language, boy?” Christine yells.
I’m standing silent, still holding Rory’s hand. The room is overflowing with gasps and ‘oh lords’ because of my foul language, but I can’t focus on anything other than the ground beneath my feet crumbling into nothingness. I feel like I'm sinking. I can’t open my mouth, because if I do, the only thing leaving it would be a desperate sigh. Her soft and delicate face looks sad, as if she hurts as much as me, or for me. Can the others see it too?
Small hands wrap around both of our wrists, as we are still holding onto each other. If I let her go, nothing guarantees this won’t be the last time for me to hold her. Given the situation, it probably is.
“Hey, look, you guys!” Tia talks to both of us, whilst others ramble about my rude behavior. “You have the same tattoo.”
