Her whole life Samantha was known as Mikey's little sister. This, along with the fact that she hit puberty later than the rest of the girls and spent all her time kicking a soccer ball around with her brother and his friends, made it nearly impossi...
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I SETTLED BACK in almost immediately. My room appeared to be the only part of the house that looked like boys hadn't been living in it. Thank God.
In fact, it seemed to have been left untouched. My old school notebook still lay horizontally on the bedside table where I had tossed it last summer, the few clothes that I hadn't bothered to take with me were piled on the edge of my bed and my iconic poster of Mia Hamm at the World Cup still covered the corner of my right wall, along with an equally legendary one of a sexy Cristiano Ronaldo. Damn, that was a nice poster.
Shuffling through my old clothes, I came to the conclusion I definitely had no fashion sense before. What had I been thinking? The yellow and brown stripped shirt that looked like it could fit Mikey was so hideous, I immediately tossed it in the little trash can in the room. Most of these would definitely have to go.
If I was going to be tackling that kitchen, I decided I needed to change into something a bit more comfortable so I threw on a Nike crop top and high-waisted biker shorts that I pulled from my suitcase. I quickly freshened up in the bathroom that was in the hallway, or at least I tried to, considering it currently resembled nothing short of a public restroom. I would have had better luck using makeup wipes to wash myself up.
By the time Dad walked in with grocery bags from the Market, I was already elbow deep in the kitchen sink. I scrubbed and polished every inch of available space and by some miracle, several hours later the kitchen was clean enough to eat in without puking and I had a lasagna in the oven that had my stomach growling from hunger.
I was in the process of putting away the leftover ingredients, bent over in the fridge when I heard the kitchen door swing open.
"Mikey doesn't usually bring girls over, you must be special." A nonchalant, almost playfully confident voice said from behind me.
It was a voice that I recognized instantly, it was deeper and sounded slightly older but still unmistakably his. I couldn't help the smirk that manifested on my face as I turned around to face him.
"Did you just mistake me for one of my brother's booty calls?"
Dominic Maybach had always been cute in the way little boys usually were. And the older he got the harder it became to deny that he was indeed very attractive, especially when every girl in school swooned over him as if they had never seen the male species before.
Admittedly, I had secretly also been one of those silly love struck teenagers. It had been inevitable, considering he was my brothers best friend who I had known for nearly half my life and he had spent entirely way too much of those years hanging out at our place.
Yes, I know how cliché it sounds but what else would you expect from a pubescent girl growing up with the cutest boy in town running throughout her house nearly all day, every day?
