THAT'S NOT A WORD

"Don't waste your time on my sister, we can barely get her to go to a supermarket."

Turning around on my heel, I felt my body fill with that unique annoyed feeling, the one that had to eat the last cereal I had asked for.

When our eyes met he smirked at me, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame.

Scoffing, I turned back and watched him wearily. His head was cut off from my view because of his height- the height I was not fortunate to receive.

However, our blue eyes and dark hair was something we both shared, a very strange combination. Dark hair and light eyes were sort of rare but in our defense, it made us unique.

As children, people would always ask, if we were twins. Random ladies at the store, people at the bowling alley. It was weird and when we grew up to look less alike, I was grateful that I didn't have the burden of looking like him.

"How long have you been here Collin?" I breathed out, the annoyance apparent as I sticked my hip out and my arms crossed just like his.

He noticed this and changed his stance, "How long do you think?- and I wasn't even talking to you..." His facial expression changed as he averted his gaze to the girl on my bed, "It was my dear Hannah I was blessing with my presence."

Hannah looked up from her phone where she'd began scrolling and rolled her eyes, "Keep dreaming shorty."

"I am not short!"

"Collin, just shut up!" I said calmly, walking over to him, "I tell you this every time, you maybe four years older than us but that doesn't mean she's going to date you or whatever. So drop it."

He scowled at me and left the room shooting me a look that said 'I will get you.'

As the male testosterone had disappeared, so did Hannah's phone because the words that came out of my mouth had her jumping off the bed.

"What should I wear?"

She shrieked, enveloping me in a small hug before removing herself to attack the closet, "Give me a couple of seconds!"

I knew it was difficult to find clothes from my closet. It was messed up and the fact that I had no sense of style.

She threw aside most of my clothes until she reached the bottom, then brought out a pair of dark blue jeans and an off-shoulder crop top that had me screaming for a sweater.

"There is no way I'm going to wear that," I deadpanned, stepping back cautiously.

She groaned, grabbing my arm and shoved the clothes at my chest, "Just go to the bathroom and change. I don't have time to be listening to your holy words."

Spinning me around towards the bathroom. I mocked her groan, "You are so annoying."

"And that's what you love about me," she called as she shut the bathroom door.

"Just shut up, I don't want to hear a word from you."

Her voice was faint as I put the clothes on, "Whatever."

Done putting the clothes I stood in front of the dressing mirror, unable to see my whole body but my stomach, I found myself staring at it. "No! I can't wear this." This was showing my whole... look at the amount of skin showing.

My dad would never let me out in this, and I honestly didn't think I would either.

"Are you done?" Came a voice that sounded a lot like the devil who made me wear this.

"No, I um...damn, it doesn't fit-" Pulling off the shirt. Halfway off, I turned to see Hannah glaring at me.

"Liar." Grabbing my arm she pulled me out and tucked down the top again, leaving me with the look of disgust.

She sighed and told me to turn around, and with a mope on my face, I turned to find her beaming, "Your butt looks great in those jeans! I swear you've been wearing trash bags to school. Why didn't you tell me you had this!?"

Sighing, I stepped back onto the safety of my bathroom tile, looking at myself in the mirror again, "I'm not comfortable in them."

She came to stand next to me and played with my hair, "You look beautiful, and sexy. Don't let your insecurities get the best of you...not today!"

Marching out of the bathroom, we made our way back to my bedroom, "It's the last day of summer break! No sadness, only fun-ness!"

Scoffing, I grabbed my phone, sliding it in my back pocket, "That's not a word."

Waving me off she turned off my light, "Yeah yeah, whatever."

Sneaking down the stairs, I shouted a goodbye to my brother and left before he could get a good look at my outfit. I knew he wouldn't mind but I just didn't really want to talk to him after he ate my last, favorite cereal.

After thinking about my decision twice, I came up with the conclusion that I was seventeen now, and this was the kind of things teenagers do. They sneaked out, had fun and wore whatever they wanted. So it was about time, I did that.

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