Wow. Like my full on James Perse outfit aside from the flip flops? Hehe. I just noticed that Dana's outfit is all James Perse aside from her slippers, too.
I couldn't go to that movie night. First, I basically let her down at Central Park. Then, I stood her up at The Killers concert. And today, it was the movie night at her place. Did I even have a right to enter her apartment? Would she even want me there? F*cking hell, I thought.
Just then, I heard a knock on my door. "Tristan, you jerk, open up!" I heard a female voice call with a British accent.
I groaned as I forced myself to get off the couch and answer the door. I was basically dragging myself there, and I swung the door open. "Ew, it's you." I joked, but not entirely, when I saw my sister there. She was the one who was born in England instead of America, hence the accent.
"Shut up, jerk." She grinned and gave me a smack on the chest instead of a hug. "Go put a shirt on. You look like you just finished rolling in a dump of garbage." She said as she set her bag down on the love seat and sat down on the bigger couch.
"Lisa, this isn't your apartment, goddamnit." I yelled and picked up a random shirt I found in my bedroom. I got out, dressed now, and looked at her. She turned on the television and was watching Fashion TV.
"Right," she said without looking back at me, "it's yours. And your my brother. So I deserve some respect here. I am older than you!" She shouted.
"I'm right here. Don't shout in my apartment." I said through my gritted teeth as I went to sit on the love seat. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"I need a place to stay while I'm here, you know?" She rolled her eyes. "Just took a break from my singing career."
"Career?" I scoffed. "What career?"
"Shut up, Tristan!" She threw my pillow at me. My pillow was being thrown at me. My goodness!
I stood up and went to get a drink to try to calm myself down. I didn't hate my sister, but today wasn't a good day at all. I opened my fridge and found a cool bottle of Corona. Beer was just the thing I needed. As I popped the cap off, I heard my phone ring.
"Pick that up." I ordered Lisa to actually answer my phone, and I hardly ever let her.
I glanced over my shoulder and heard her talk. "Hello?" She had said.
I took my now opened beer and sipped it while I sunk back down on my couch. "Who is it?" I mouthed to her.
"Can I help you?" She said over the phone before covering the speaker and looking at me. "The screen read Danalee."
"Sh*t!" I muttered out. "Hang up! Hang up!" I made motions with my hand of hanging up.
So she did. Thank goodness she actually listens to me. She threw me my Blackberry and and laughed at me. "Wow. Someone is desperate or really needs to get laid."
"Shut up." I exhaled sharply. "Just going through sh*t. It's your life story, so it isn't that unfamiliar." I said coldly.
"Alright, Tristan, enough with the lame insults." She sighed. "I may be a b*tch of a sister, but something's up. What is it?"
I bit down on my lip and hung my head back, inhaling a deep breath. I don't want to tell my sister. She'd think I'm vulnerable and weak and not much of a man. But she was my sister, and she knew me better than anybody. "I don't know, honestly."
"Do you like this Danalee girl?"
"Do I like her?" My head snapped up straight. "Yes, I like her! Probably way too much for my own good." I mumbled.
"So what's the problem?" She simply said.
"You know what it is." I groaned. "F*cking Mom and Dad made me this way."
Lisa looked at me sympathetically. "Mom and Dad didn't make you this way. You let them so it's your fault. Don't be so afraid to open up." She shrugged. "You can be with this girl. She seems like she cares."
"How do you know?"
"Tristan, stop it and man up already." She scolded me. "If you want her, get her or else somebody is going to have eyes for her and it'll be too late."
I sucked in another deep breath and let that thought run through my mind. Lisa was right. Why the f*ck was I so afraid? "I don't know. But you're right." I muttered.
"I'm always right." She grinned proudly. "I suggest you say how you feel."
"I already have." I remembered the charity gala.
She raised a curious eyebrow. "So, what's the problem again!?"
"Me." I whispered. "It's me."
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