Miss Incomplete | ✓

7 | He Loves Me

"I. I just think she's pretty," Kenji said, his eyes glooming over for a thought, "like really pretty."

"You do know she's fifteen, right?" I remind, as Kenji turns to focus back onto me, "and with fifteen, you're like thirteen."

"You could never know if she'll be into younger men," Kenji wiggled his brows, and I laugh at the sight.

"Stop referring to yourself as a man, you didn't even hit puberty yet."

"Yet!"

I shook my head, laughing as I felt a light vibration on my chest where my phone laid. A flash signal a notification, and I pick it up to reveal a text from Julian.

JULIAN (THE BOY WHO HAS FREAKISHLY LARGE BICEPS) DEAN 💪🏼
6:32PM

Julian:
can we meet up?

Francena:
right now?

Julian:
kinda the point to text you now

I shook my head, okay smart ass.

Francena:
i don't know, i'm with my brother.

Julian:
can you try? it's urgent. it's about Miss Incomplete.
Read at 6:34PM

I doubt it was anywhere near an urgency, but the way Julian makes it sounds, it almost like he needs help with a surgery and he ran out of staffs. I turn up, looking at my brother as his eyes resumed over to the television screen. A bittersweet frown on my face, "bro, can I cut our day short and meet up with a friend?"

"What friend?" Kenji begins to pull his legs from the pile, and shifted his seat over to me. I turn the phone around and show him the text message. "Ah, the boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend," I quickly spoke, typing back a reply.

"He's asking to meet, something a boyfriend totally doesn't do."

I look up from the screen after pressing the finishing touches of send, "your friends ask you to hang out at their house, does it make them your boyfriend?"

"Ew! That's gay!" Kenji said with a disgusted look on his features, I made a face at his expression before hitting him in the back of the head. Hard. "Ow! Rei!"

"Nothing's gay unless you're gay," I said with stern eyes, a fume of ignorant boiling in his head from his friends that I wanted to slap away. "don't use those slurs again in this house, or I swear to Buddha, I will kick your ass out."

"Geez, sorry sis," he massages the back of his head, "I didn't know that."

"Of course you wouldn't," I declare, "hanging around with all those white friends with no sense of culture in mind. I'm not surprised." My brother scratches the back of his neck as I continue, "this is why I want you to make more friends outside of that group. You should make friends with people who have more open view points—or at least, someone who's POC."

'Why would I need those friends when I have a sister who's a feminist?"

"Because. I'm not always going to be here," my eyes soften on him and he frowns at my words. "And I'm trying to teach you the most I can, but one day I'm going to leave for college and the most you'll have is dad and sobo."

"Ugh, don't even talk about college right now," Kenji moves back to his original position, crossing his slender arms against his chest, "I don't want to hear it."

"You know we talked about this before, I want to go—"

"Yeah whatever," Kenji looks from me, and hide his face from view. I knew he was upset, he was always upset when I brought up the fact that I might leave him one day. I tried to assure him that I wouldn't be gone long, but we both knew that was a lie. College is four years, not to mention if I want to go into something medical or law.