Falling For Jackson Again ✓

1| THE UNIVERSE HATES ME

MIA

I Love Saturdays

Like who wouldn't? It meant no school, no homework and a ton of free time so what's not to love?

Aside from the occasional chores that were a must in our household, I didn't see any problems with the weekend. I was currently lying on my bed, completely engrossed in my all-time favorite book, "The Notebook" by Nicholas Sparks-for the hundredth time. Sure, the movie adaptation was great, but there's something about a girl's imagination that can't be beat, especially when it comes to envisioning the iconic kiss in the rain scene.

Ah, the rain scenes.

They were the best, without a doubt. Whether in books or movies, there was just something magical about the raindrops gently touching the skin of two lovers, while a soft breeze carried their passion to new heights.

As I read, my cheeks started to heat up with excitement and a longing for that kind of love. The author described Noah's emotions and intensity as he kissed Allie in the pouring rain. I closed my eyes and imagined myself in that scene, with the one person who would make my heart race like that.

Sadly, there were none.

Suddenly, my thoughts were rudely interrupted by the one person who always managed to ruin everything-my older brother, Miles. Bursting into my room without knocking, he nearly knocked over the framed photos from my beach vacation. " Mum's looking for you" he lamely announced.

"Miles, can't you knock like a normal human being?" I sighed, trying to hide my annoyance. He rolled his eyes and glanced at the book I was holding. In an instant, a mischievous smirk spread across his face-trouble was coming.

"What'cha reading Mia," he teased, clearly enjoying my discomfort. I got up from my bed, clutching the book tightly. Suddenly, he lunged at me, snatching the book from my hand before I could protest.

"Miles!" I cried out, frustrated and desperate. "Give me back my book!" But he paid no attention, opening it to the exact page I had been reading. My eyes widened when I realized he was reading the steamy kissing scene that had captured my imagination just moments earlier.

"Well, well, maybe I was wrong about it not being spicy," he remarked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He began to pace around my room, still reading the scene aloud. I followed him, desperately trying to retrieve my book, but he swiftly darted out of the room, holding it just out of my reach.

"Miles, what is wrong with you?!" I shouted, embarrassed and angry that my twenty-year-old brother had invaded my private moments.

I'm gonna kill him.

"His hands quickly grab--" Miles began reading the scene out loud and without a second thought, I swiftly removed one of my slippers and aimed it right at his baby maker. He let out a painful groan, dropping the book onto the floor, which gave me the perfect opportunity to snatch it up and make my escape downstairs before he could retaliate.

I hurried down the stairs and was greeted by the enticing aroma of pancakes wafting through the hallway. My excitement grew as I bounced towards the source and spotted Maddy, my 14 year old younger sister, feeding Baby Max his breakfast.

Now, you might have noticed that all our names start with the letter M. That's just one of our mom's quirks. She once told us that she fell in love with the letter M simply because our dad's name started with it.

I guess being a hopeless romantic clearly runs in the genes.

"Good morning, Mum," I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek before plopping down on the nearest available chair.