I get my hopes up every single time, thinking maybe—just maybe—this time will be different. But no. He shuts me down, clips my wings, and every time, it stings a little more.
I've always played along, letting my brother go out with my friends, setting him up like it's some kind of game. I play Cupid whenever I get the chance, handing him the perfect setups on a silver platter. I've watched him go on dates, take girls out for ice cream, even buy them flowers.
And what do I get in return? A big, fat nothing. Maybe a quick "thanks," if he even bothers. But that's it. Nothing more.
At least, that's what I tell myself. That's what I think is happening.
There was this one time, and I'll never forget it. One of his friends liked me—like, really liked me. And, yeah, I liked him back. He was shy, cute in that "you just want to protect him" kind of way, and, of course, he was my brother's friend. So, naturally, I turned to my brother for help.
But what did he do? Nothing. Not a single thing.
So, there I was, stuck with all this awkward tension and no clue how to make the first move. Guess who had to step up and do the dirty work? Me. Of course, me.
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RomanceIt's always the same with that stupid "no one dates my sister" rule! No one touches her, no one looks at her, and apparently, no one even thinks about her. But what about me? Have they even thought for a second how this is completely destroying my c...
