CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
As I put on the tank top and cargo pants Theresa had picked out for me, she ran around the room, putting things in a bag.
“You seem way too excited for this, Theresa,” I said, amused.
“Don't blame me. I can't wait to hear about all the fun you're going to have tonight,” she squealed.
“Calm your horses. It's not like his majesty has much experience with romance. The man has been blowing hot and cold since the day I met him. My expectations are quite low,” I said, my voice low as I began to think of all the times he made me happy for a second and then went ahead to kill the butterflies in my stomach. The alien was a nutcase.
“Don't be negative about this. You know what? Don't go for him, go with the intention to have fun so whatever he does won't get to you. Which of these do it for you?” She asked, showing me two pairs of sneakers that looked like they were pulled out of my perfect dream life.
I guess I was living a little bit of it, but without my best friend and the little detail of an alien Prince who's a pain in the ass.
“The one on the left. I'll find a reason to wear the other one soon, it's so cute. And you've got a point. Instead of expecting so much from this date that I didn't even want to go, I'll just make it a fun night out,” I replied and someone knocked on the door.
“Who's there?”
“It's Anna,”
“Please help me get the door,” I said to Theresa who was already rushing towards it.
“When did you get back?” I asked a bulge eyed Anna. This was her first time seeing my closet and I could understand where her mind was at that moment. I've been there too.
“Wait, you own all of this?” She gasped.
“It's the stuff of dreams, baby sis. Have you eaten? You look tired,” I asked, noticing her dull eyes.
“I'm struggling a bit with school, that's all. Everything is so new and the only person willing to help out is a MOD boy. He might be cute but I don't roll that way,” she flipped.
“Annabelle Tiana Christopher, do you have a crush on a boy?” I asked my profusely blushing sister, a hysterical laugh bubbling out of my throat.
She was sixteen and shared my thought process, but not just as harsh considering I'm shacked up with the alien whom all our grievances are pointed towards, so everyone else stands a chance of being forgiven if they treat her right.
“Of course not! He's just so smart and knows how to explain math in a funny way. He doesn't make me feel like I'm stupid and understands why I'm behind everyone else but that's all there is to it. I don't even like him like that,” she defended herself, the blush on her cheeks reddening the more.
I walked to where she stood, next to my shoe racks, doing everything to avoid my gaze so as the big sister that I am, I palm her chin and she doesn't have a choice but to look at me
“Ooh, so you do like him a little bit,” I whispered conspiratorially and Theresa's trying to stifle her laugh but it still bubble out of her.
“Theresa!” I screamed her name but I joined in the hysterical laughter that followed.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I'll be out of your hair now, everything is ready. Please don't spoil your makeup, I know how much you hate it,” She replied as she left the closet and I heard the room door close and then I turned to a shy-looking Anna with a knowing look, which i finished off with a wink.
“Come on! It's not like that!” She whines and tries to stomp out but I grab her waist and lift her off the ground while she protests but she can't help laughing as well.
As I dump her on the big, fluffy bed, I knew I had to talk to her so she doesn't feel guilty about her own feelings.
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