Don't Ever Do That Again

"Wait"

I turned around and stared at him.

"What?"I was a little bit irritated. I hated it whenever Diane was sick. It always puts tension on all of us because we honestly never know if she'll leave the hospital alive, but I'm grateful that she always does and hopefully always will.

"You left your book", he went into his room and came back out with the book and pen I was using to jot our project on.

"Thanks but it's yours, I didn't come with anything, the book was on your desk".

"Oh it is", a shade of embarrassment filled his cheeks a bit.

My gaze rested on his hair, I just noticed that he looked better with messy hair than he did in school with his hair back.

I didn't realize it but my hand was already touching his hair.

"What are you doing?" he asked, puzzled, a little bit annoyed.

"Has anyone ever told you that your hair looks better like this ", I ruffled his hair with my hands and smiled.

He grabbed my hand with a bit of force and removed it from his hair.

"Don't ever do that again", he said angrily and authoritatively.  I apologized and quickly walked down the stairs and out of his house.

I got into my car and started the engine.

Why did I have to touch his hair? I hit my steering wheel with my head and almost crashed my car. I decided to park my car by the roadside and vent out all my frustrations.

These stupid hands, why did you have to touch his hair, now he probably thinks I'm weird or that I like him, I think I like him but he isn't supposed to know that. I hit my steering wheel again, the horn sounded, causing me to get weird glances from people.

🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹

Being home alone wasn't a new thing for me, whenever Diane was sick both my parents stayed with her in the hospital, they hardly ever allowed me to stay with them, so home alone was my usual scene. 

I sat on the couch and put on the tv while eating a slice of pizza.

My phone rang again, I happily answered the phone seeing that it was my mum calling.

"Mum how are you, how is Diane?", I immediately asked.

"Your dad and I are both fine, Diane is also fine but she's sleeping now, so you can speak to her when she wakes up tomorrow morning "

"Okay mum be sure to let me know if I'm needed"

"The only thing I need you to do is not worry, eat something, sleep, and wake up early tomorrow for school"

"Okay mum as long as you do the same thing except for the school part"

We both laughed for a while.

"Goodnight my little firefly", my mum sometimes called me that, she once said it was because I  brought light into her life.

"Love you mum".

"Love you too, your dad says he loves you too but he's on another call so he can't speak to you right now"

"Ok tell him I love him too "

My mum always tried her best to not make me feel left out, if there's one thing I've learned about having a sick younger sister is that it means your parents would focus all their attention on her, no matter how hard my mum tried the attention they gave the both of us would never be the same,  I honestly don't blame them neither am I angry, sure sometimes I've felt angry, sad,  left out and not loved but I know they love me and I understand that my sister needs the attention more than I do. 

I stretched my body on the couch and laid on it.

I tried to concentrate on the show I was watching on the tv but I just could not forget what happened earlier, I can't believe he said that to me.

"don't ever do that again"

 Who does he think he is? I'm so mad, I'm so angry right now, I already have one friend who acts as if she can control me. I know she actually can, but the point is I don't need another person in my life who treats or talks to me like I'm crap. Right now if not anything I need a real and true friend.