Verbal Seductions

Comfort Pt. 1

It’s going to be ok, I promise Lil Bro :).

I hope so sis.

I smiled that bittersweet smile that came with knowing that a friend was hurting and though you were trying to cheer them up nothing was working.

Poor baby :(, Smile for me.

I can’t. It hurts. I miss her.

I miss her too.

Was he seriously thinking that he could be the only one? We were friends through her so of course I missed her too. But whatever, I really wasn’t in the mood for the selfishness. I looked at his picture and really tried to see what my friend saw in him anyway. I guess he’s cute enough.

Come make me feel better sis.

Aww come here. *opens arms wide*

*Rest head on your chest*

Poor baby is hurting but I promise it will be ok lil bro.

Can I come over?

The question is so sudden, I don’t even think.

Sure.

Ok sis, see you soon.

What could we do? I don’t have very many movies but I did have enough sad music that we could both wallow in our loss and I did just buy some cookies n cream ice cream that would surely help us forget after our sugar high was exceeded. I picked out some chick flicks that I knew he wouldn’t want to watch and set up my sappy love song music just in case both of us decided we just needed to cry. By the time my doorbell was ringing, I had a pretty good girls night in going except for the fact that this girls night was a night for the guy friend that I called my little brother.

I opened the door and looked at him standing 6’ and towering over my 5’4”. He half smiled at me and I wrapped my arms around his waist as he wrapped his arms around my body. I opened the door wide so that he could come inside.

“So what we doing?” he questioned.

“I thought you had a plan since you asked to come over.” I replied with a smile. He plopped down on my couch before picking up the movies laying on my coffee table.

“I’m not watching any of these. Come on sis, The Notebook?”

“That one is good.” I said snatching the movies from his hand and rolling my eyes. Before I could register it he was pulling me down onto his lap. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his head leaned on my shoulder. The room fell silent. I didn’t say a word. I just sat there waiting for our play to end. We had often had play fights where he would pull me down to his lap but this felt different. It was as if he needed me to stay here for a second.

“I have some ice cream.” I whispered when things started to feel a little uncomfortable.

“What kind?” He questioned.

“Fatty.” I said standing up. “It’s cookies n cream.”

“I want some.” He said like a big kid but he was a big kid at 8 years my junior. It was one of the reasons I called him my little brother. That and separation issues putting him in the family box meant that he would always be off limits because I knew my own limitations. I was easily seduced by tall manly frames. I can’t stand little tiny boys. If a guy could wear skinny jeans he wasn’t for me, I liked them with meat on their bones but not too big and he was that. Not to mention cute, well cute enough…

I giggled inwardly as I went into the kitchen and I guess he had found my playlist because I soon heard Jagged Edge floating into the kitchen with me. I fixed two bowls of ice cream and proceeded back into the living room. He was sitting with his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees. It pained me to see him hurting this much but I could understand his pain. I missed her too. I slipped onto the couch beside him.