Post by laura on Sept 16, 2007 1:23:26 GMT -5
“No.”
“Aw, come on, Peter.” I whined, doing my best to look pitiful. He lay on the rocky ground, idly tracing patterns in the dirt, his dark brown hair swept over his face, obstructing the beautiful hazel eyes he had been blessed with from my view. “Aren’t you hot? It’s, like, ninety degrees out here.” Here we were, full daylight, Southern California, and he was wearing a black hoodie. True, he was wearing a pair of white shorts, but that lack of color coordination was a whole different problem.
“Obviously not.” He looked up at me, clearly tired of my constant badgering. “Kathryn, relax. God, you and my sister, I swear…” Peter brushed his hair out of his eyes, slipping on a pair of mirrored sunglasses. “I’m going for a walk.”
“Wait- I mean- you can’t just- Get back here! I wasn’t done talking to you!” I swept my dull, mousy-brown hair back behind my ears, wishing for the thousandth time for his older sister’s vibrant dark, curly hair.
“I can, I will, and I just did.” He said without turning around. “Go home, Kathryn. I’ll be up later.”
*****
“Sarah! Your brother is the most infuriating creature on the face of the planet!” I hollered as I walked in the door, kicking off my sandals. I marched into the living room, where she and her husband, Nathan, sat, curled up together. Nathan looked as if he were about to go out, his scruffy blonde hair combed neatly, a pair of nice jeans and a polo shirt. His blue eyes twinkled mischievously, and he stood, coming over to give me a hug.
“So? How’d it go?” He asked, steering me toward the couch.
“Horribly. He refuses to even see her, let alone go on a date with her.”
“What?” Sarah whined, looking at me sadly. “We planned that date for him weeks ago. Weeks!” Sarah was one of those hopeless romantics who could make a love story out of anything. Give her a green toothpick and a crusty toenail and she’ll announce they were made for each other, and start planning the wedding. Show her the fiercest of enemies, and she’ll tell you they fight to hide their true feelings of love. Hand her an unromantic brother, and she’ll attempt to mess with his love life till it kills her.
“Maybe you should have asked him first.” Nathan said pointedly. Sarah smacked him upside the head. “God, Sarah, I was just saying… Kathryn, why don’t you just date him?” He asked, smiling.
“That’s perfect!” Sarah gushed. “You’re best friend-” here she gestured at Nathan, before looking back at me. “Approves of him, and you guys are practically living together anyway.”
“Sarah” I sighed, kicking Nathan. “There is a difference between living together and living together.”
“And that would be?”
“Friends live together. People who are like this” I crossed my fingers, holding them up for Sarah and Nathan to see. “Live together. Besides, you, Nathan, and Bane all live here too. Should I date you lot as well?”
“No, obviously not. Nathan and I are married, and Bane has children.” She said, in a tone of voice that said; duh, stupid.
“That’s not the point! Listen, Sarah, I love your brother dearly, but not like that. Just as a friend.”
“I don’t care. You and he are going to that restaurant we reserved for him and that one chick this Friday.”
“What are you going to tell her?”
“Same thing I tell all of them. He’s busy and can’t make it.”
“Sarah, I am not dating Peter. It’d get weird.” I stood and walked upstairs, grabbing my notebook and a pencil on the way to my room.
*****
Dear notebook, I began, flopping down onto the fluffy pink comforter that covered my bed. Just as I predicted, Peter refused to go out with Samantha, walking off before I had a chance to even finish talking to him. So, I came home, and my foster dad, Nathan (who also happens to be my Mom's cousin and my best friend) made Sarah think it would be a good idea to have me date him. Me! Honestly, I think Sarah needs to stop trying to mess with his life. Not everyone needs to be in love just to be happy, right? Even if he is depressed all the time, it doesn't necessarily mean it's because he's lonely...
I sat back, wondering what to write next. I had covered all of the basics already, and I didn't really want to elaborate on Peter much. After all, I knew Sarah read through stuff I wrote, even when she came across the occasional diary entry, and I didn't want her thinking that I was in love with him or anything.
*****
"So." Peter looked at me from across the table, looking absolutely gorgeous in the tux Sarah had forced him into. She had sent us off to the Ivy, him in a tux, me forced into a dress and make-overred within an inch of my life- not that it made a difference.
"So... Our food should be here soon." I smiled, attempting to coax the scowl off of his face.
I could still remember hearing the argument between him and Sarah as she told him about our "date". His reaction had been much like mine, shouting that he wouldn't do it, it would be awkward, etc.
But she made us go anyway.
"Why do you let my sister force you into these kind of things, Kathryn? If you had just stood your ground then maybe-"
"Excuse me, I was forced into doing this? I wasn't forced, I chose to! I'd rather you have to go with me than some stranger." Alright, that was a lie. I had been forced, but Peter didn't need to know that. "You were the one who was forced."
"God, I'd rather go on a date with some stranger. At least that way I wouldn't have to feel bad when I never saw them again."
"Fine." We sat there, silently glaring at each other. What was the point of this again? To make him happy? (c)
“Aw, come on, Peter.” I whined, doing my best to look pitiful. He lay on the rocky ground, idly tracing patterns in the dirt, his dark brown hair swept over his face, obstructing the beautiful hazel eyes he had been blessed with from my view. “Aren’t you hot? It’s, like, ninety degrees out here.” Here we were, full daylight, Southern California, and he was wearing a black hoodie. True, he was wearing a pair of white shorts, but that lack of color coordination was a whole different problem.
“Obviously not.” He looked up at me, clearly tired of my constant badgering. “Kathryn, relax. God, you and my sister, I swear…” Peter brushed his hair out of his eyes, slipping on a pair of mirrored sunglasses. “I’m going for a walk.”
“Wait- I mean- you can’t just- Get back here! I wasn’t done talking to you!” I swept my dull, mousy-brown hair back behind my ears, wishing for the thousandth time for his older sister’s vibrant dark, curly hair.
“I can, I will, and I just did.” He said without turning around. “Go home, Kathryn. I’ll be up later.”
*****
“Sarah! Your brother is the most infuriating creature on the face of the planet!” I hollered as I walked in the door, kicking off my sandals. I marched into the living room, where she and her husband, Nathan, sat, curled up together. Nathan looked as if he were about to go out, his scruffy blonde hair combed neatly, a pair of nice jeans and a polo shirt. His blue eyes twinkled mischievously, and he stood, coming over to give me a hug.
“So? How’d it go?” He asked, steering me toward the couch.
“Horribly. He refuses to even see her, let alone go on a date with her.”
“What?” Sarah whined, looking at me sadly. “We planned that date for him weeks ago. Weeks!” Sarah was one of those hopeless romantics who could make a love story out of anything. Give her a green toothpick and a crusty toenail and she’ll announce they were made for each other, and start planning the wedding. Show her the fiercest of enemies, and she’ll tell you they fight to hide their true feelings of love. Hand her an unromantic brother, and she’ll attempt to mess with his love life till it kills her.
“Maybe you should have asked him first.” Nathan said pointedly. Sarah smacked him upside the head. “God, Sarah, I was just saying… Kathryn, why don’t you just date him?” He asked, smiling.
“That’s perfect!” Sarah gushed. “You’re best friend-” here she gestured at Nathan, before looking back at me. “Approves of him, and you guys are practically living together anyway.”
“Sarah” I sighed, kicking Nathan. “There is a difference between living together and living together.”
“And that would be?”
“Friends live together. People who are like this” I crossed my fingers, holding them up for Sarah and Nathan to see. “Live together. Besides, you, Nathan, and Bane all live here too. Should I date you lot as well?”
“No, obviously not. Nathan and I are married, and Bane has children.” She said, in a tone of voice that said; duh, stupid.
“That’s not the point! Listen, Sarah, I love your brother dearly, but not like that. Just as a friend.”
“I don’t care. You and he are going to that restaurant we reserved for him and that one chick this Friday.”
“What are you going to tell her?”
“Same thing I tell all of them. He’s busy and can’t make it.”
“Sarah, I am not dating Peter. It’d get weird.” I stood and walked upstairs, grabbing my notebook and a pencil on the way to my room.
*****
Dear notebook, I began, flopping down onto the fluffy pink comforter that covered my bed. Just as I predicted, Peter refused to go out with Samantha, walking off before I had a chance to even finish talking to him. So, I came home, and my foster dad, Nathan (who also happens to be my Mom's cousin and my best friend) made Sarah think it would be a good idea to have me date him. Me! Honestly, I think Sarah needs to stop trying to mess with his life. Not everyone needs to be in love just to be happy, right? Even if he is depressed all the time, it doesn't necessarily mean it's because he's lonely...
I sat back, wondering what to write next. I had covered all of the basics already, and I didn't really want to elaborate on Peter much. After all, I knew Sarah read through stuff I wrote, even when she came across the occasional diary entry, and I didn't want her thinking that I was in love with him or anything.
*****
"So." Peter looked at me from across the table, looking absolutely gorgeous in the tux Sarah had forced him into. She had sent us off to the Ivy, him in a tux, me forced into a dress and make-overred within an inch of my life- not that it made a difference.
"So... Our food should be here soon." I smiled, attempting to coax the scowl off of his face.
I could still remember hearing the argument between him and Sarah as she told him about our "date". His reaction had been much like mine, shouting that he wouldn't do it, it would be awkward, etc.
But she made us go anyway.
"Why do you let my sister force you into these kind of things, Kathryn? If you had just stood your ground then maybe-"
"Excuse me, I was forced into doing this? I wasn't forced, I chose to! I'd rather you have to go with me than some stranger." Alright, that was a lie. I had been forced, but Peter didn't need to know that. "You were the one who was forced."
"God, I'd rather go on a date with some stranger. At least that way I wouldn't have to feel bad when I never saw them again."
"Fine." We sat there, silently glaring at each other. What was the point of this again? To make him happy? (c)