That night, I was called by my mother whom told me she needed me to babysit my little brother, Elliot.
I was too happy to reject.
My brother and I hung out, all the while, my cheeks up and red full of a remaining blush.
I played with Elliot's toy trucks, rolling and rubbing the wheels on the circled carpet surrounding and touching Elliot's room, playing some weird game together.
And to be honest, it was fun.
"Nina," my brother stopped short at one point,"I like you like this," he said proudly, his hands still on the small car vehicle,"you seem more happy," he said, not really paying attention to the effect his words had on me.
He continued playing with his toys, while I wondered what had changed in me, stopping short as thoughts swirled around my head, not truly hitting me directly.
I was in my own world again.
What has changed in me?
What has changed in me?
What has changed in me?
Am I more likeable this way?
Or am I just being myself?
I sat on my bed that night, the whole world still going around, a blur in the background, as I thought, I liked being this way...
It just surprised me that others seemed to like it too ...
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Romance~Your typical high school story. A girl still trying to find her way into the world and happens to come across a boy. This player boy that she has no interest in seems to sweep her away. And that's when you find out you're not as bad or as good as y...
