“Be realistic, please, Harper.”
“Yeah, true. Sorry.” She pauses. “But how amazing would that be?” she rants. “You would get free tickets all the time, get to look at him twenty-four/seven, and get that dick every girl wants.”
Harper is wild. The thought of a band living next door to me makes me cringe. Imagine how snotty they would be. I can picture them thinking they’re better than everyone in the world with their money. Besides, the triplets wouldn’t lie to me like that, especially Leonidas. Over the past few weeks, we’ve grown closer. I would like to think he wouldn’t do something like that to me.
And there’s no way a band would come to live here, in the middle of nowhere. They would be in Hollywood, living their best lives at parties and getting drunk and high. Silly Harper. At least she makes my life interesting.
“We have to hang out soon,” I say as I glance at my clock and find that it’s five o’clock in the afternoon.
It’s a few days after the night Leonidas came and found me in the tree house. I still have his backpack and stuff. I know I should give him back his hoodie, but something is holding me back. It’s the hoodie I first saw him in. It’s extra large on me. I love it, and I won’t give it back. I’m sure he won’t miss it with his deep pockets.
The smell of his cologne instantly calms me. The cozy, warm fabric feels like I’m wrapped in his arms. I smile at the thought. I still have his backpack, and I don’t want him to think I stole it or something. So, today, I want to drop it off at his house before it gets too late.
“I love you, Harper. I have to go,” I chime in when the line goes silent.
“Whatever, bitch,” she says and laughs. “Go get some dick from that hottie, Leonidas, who you have wet dreams about,” she says, and I hang up.
I wish, Harper. I fucking wish.
* * *
“Hi, love,” Amelia squeals when she opens the door. She pulls me into her body and squeezes the life out of me. “Did I tell you to come over?” she asks when we pull away from each other.
“No. I just need to give something to your brother.”
She nods. “He’s not here right now.” She frowns, but then a smile lifts her face a second later. “We should watch a movie until he gets back!”
I nod at the idea. Amelia has quickly become one of my best friends. I love the way I can be myself around her. She’s so kind and caring. It seems as if she came into my life when I needed her the most.
She pulls me into her house. Flicking off the lights in the family room, I sit beside her on the couch. Grabbing the remote, she searches through channels.
“Amelia—” I warn when she stops on a certain movie.
“What? No one is here. Girls can have fun too.” She smirks and clicks onFifty Shades of Grey.
Oh, damn … we’re really watching this.
“Get comfy, bitch. It’s sexy time.”
She’s right. What’s so wrong about watching a movie with a possessive man? He’s every girl’s dream guy, so why not wind down with my best friend?
Cuddling up against each other, we blush as Christian Grey pops onto the TV.
* * *
Amelia’s hand covers my eyes as a laugh booms from her mouth. A steamy scene plays on the TV, making the room feel slightly hotter than before.
“You’re too young for this,” she says, and I push her off of me.
“You’re only a year older than me!” I laugh back and go to cover her eyes.
“I’m a woman!” she screams and puffs out her chest.
I scoff and roll my eyes. “Yeah, that was a real womanly thing to do.” I gesture toward her chest. “You look like Godzilla.”
She gasps and pushes my shoulder. “Whatever, loser,” she replies and sits down beside me. I watch as she blushes at the TV screen.
“Feeling some sort of way?” I tease.
