Chapter 8: Cliche

Tyler is fed up with his dumb, little sister.

Tyler.

 

I really wished that had happened,

 

but this is reality.
We’ve been friends

for 17 years, and that

wouldn’t have been the

ideal time the make
my first move.

Obviously I liked her,
maybe even loved her.

 I knew her better
 than anyone  else.

 If I could have her
to hold forever I would.

But I knew that
Emily definitely

didn’t feel the
same. I didn’t

want to ruin
our friendship

 if things didn’t
work out. How

cliche. So yes,
 staying friends

was definitely
better than making

a move on Emily.
 I had to watch

her have a few
boyfriends in

the past and it
wasn’t easy for

me. I’d always
 tell her it’s his

loss, but deep
down I knew it

was mine as well.
I'd been granted

all these opportunities
to tell her how I felt.

But i took none of them.
It was painful

to watch someone
else hold and kiss her.

But I never showed my
jealousy or pain,

I always smiled
and put on

a happy face
 for my girl.

That’s what love is,
making sacrifices for those

who really matter.
I’d given up anything

to make Emily happy.
 Anything to keep her safe,

secure and
breathing.

And of course,
this included the life I lived.


 

I had 6 missed calls from Abigail,

 
"What?" I answered,
         agitated.
We were all sitting in
        one of the

local restaurants.
"Hey, I heard
you’re going to the pool
 tonight and-"

 
 "Who told you that?"
        I interrupted.
 I didn’t need my kid sister
          ratting me

out to our uptight
 parents.

                 ‘Calm down. I’m not going to

 sell them out.

 Can I please, please
         get a ride
with you and your friends.
         Just Ella

and I, we’re meeting
the rest of
our friends there, and I
don’t want

to ride my bike in the
         dark it’s
creepy. You know dad
   won’t be down so-"

 

"F**k no," I spat out.
"You’re
15 Abigail; go to the mall or
something.

   Why would I want
          you around
us anyways?" At that point
         I had gotten


 up from the table and
started

walking towards the door to
go outside.

 I didn’t want to
        disrupt
anyone with my fowl
        language.

 

"Oh, come on Tyler!
        Please!"
"No. I better see you at home
         when

        I get there tonight. Have
                     Ella
over for a sleepover or something
               I gotta go.

 Don’t piss me off tonight
             okay?"
"Yeah, f**k you too."
      She hung

 up and I sighed. When did my
                  sister
 become such a little b***h?
             Obviously

I didn’t want her with me.
            Mum
and Dad would have a
            stroke

 if they knew I had let her
             come with
me. They’re lenient when
             it comes

to what I’m doing, but Abigail?
            Up her
 a*s like no tomorrow.
           (Bad

choice of words).

It’s
because she’s the baby

 and I

know she hates it, so I should
                    probably
 do something  for her once in a while,
                         right?

Wrong.