Detention Can Change a Girl... And Her Heart (Completed)

Chapter Four: Brother's and Other's Thoughts

4.

(Luna's POV)

"So wrap me up in your love girl, yeah. Just wrap me up in your love, oh..." My iPod woke me up to Your Love by Cash Cash.

I yawned, stretching my stiff and sore arms. "Ow." I mumbled, then opened my tired eyes. I was still in my gray sweat pants and white tank top from the night before, my hair in a messy bun. I yawned, going to get dressed.

I decided on a well-fitting All Time Low band Tee, some faded blue jeans with a hole ripped in the right knee. I put on my neon green and black fingerless gloves. Then I decided on some black and blue knee-high striped socks, then some neon blue converse with black laces.

Then I put on some light black eyeliner and cherry red lip stainer. I took my hair down, brushing it through a few times. I let it flow over my shoulders, all wavy-ish.

Walking passed my full-length mirror, I smiled. I looked good. I looked... Like myself.

Walking out the door, I saw Nate. Nate was my older brother by a year, though he acted like the dad of the house. I guess he kind of had the right too, seeing as our real dad left us with nothing but love. Which, I guess is all we needed in the end because we were doing just fine now.

Aside from our trust issues.

Most girls hated or were annoyed by their older brothers. I don't and wasn't. Nate was the best older brother a girl could have. He looked out for me, comforted me, and you know, the usual.

Nate threw an arm around my shoulders as I walked out of my room. Nate had shaggy light brown hair and hazel eyes. He was muscular and pretty hot, if I do say so myself. But he's my brother, so, yeah.

"How's it goin' little sis? Did I miss anything?" Nate was gone for two days, off to visit some colleges. This was his senior year, anyways. I nodded. "Well, don't be silent." He hated when I was silent, it reminded us of when our father would tell us to be silent or else.

"Well... I got detention and met a guy." Nate gave me a look. "No, not like that. I haven't trusted him yet. But he seems promising. That's all I'm saying."

Nate has always been weary of me and guys, but he's always trusted me. He knows when I say someone's okay... They're okay. His brotherly instincts just kick in, is all.

"Can I meet him?" He asked honestly and sincerely. I nodded. "His name?"

"Dame Josslie." I felt Nate relax a little as we walked into the kitchen. I laughed, "What?" I asked.

Nate shrugged, taking his arm off to go get some milk and cookies. We always had this for breakfast, since our father never let us have cookies.

I picked out a sugar cookie with frosting and took a bite as Nate said, "He's a nice kid. I think he'd be good for you." That makes three people. Maybe Dame would make a good guy for me. No, no. Any guy besides your brother is untrustable, I told myself.

I sighed, "Well that makes you, Casey, and Mom."

Nate's eyebrows shot up. "Mom?" He said it as if he couldn't believe it.

I nodded my head, "I told her just about everything that happened yesterday and she basically said it was meant to be or some crap. I don't know though." I shrugged, taking another bite of my cookie.

"Oh, well, that's okay. We don't have to rush anything." Nate winked at me. I laughed, then looked at the clock the same time Nate did. "Guess we better go then." I nodded, trying to pick up my backpack, but failed. Nate picked it up for me, throwing it into my little car then driving off in his.