Theadore's Man...My Dream Man 15

I had been crying for about a half hour before my sister came into my room asking me what was wrong, I was surprised by this gesture because well, my sister is selfish and usually doesn’t care about anyone but her self, but she is still my sister and helps me. So after I told her the whole story about kissing Bryce, Brody finding us, getting mad and the fight with Beverly, even about Garen, she was there comforting me with sympathy in her eyes. “It’ll be O.k. There’s plenty of guys out there for you. Your gorgeous and You’ll find someone.” She said soothingly. This, I did not fall for. I snorted back a remark about how I was far from gorgeous and let her continue to try and help me. Which she didn’t. When she finally left I thanked her for helping, (even though she didn’t) I really did appreciate it. It touched me to know that she actually cared about me.

Not long after Theadore left, my mom came to my door softly knocking before entering without my permission. “Mom, did I say you could come in?!” I said with a bit more attitude than necessary. “I was just trying to help, Honey!” She snapped back. “I’m sorry, it’s just been a long day.” I replied resigning from my bratty twist to words. ”Do you want to talk about it?” She asked, her brows knitting in concern “No, it’s ok Mom.”

“Ok, well if you want to talk I’ll be downstairs.” She said shutting my door quietly.

I sighed and at once felt a wave of dreariness wash over me. 5 minutes out of my conversation with me mom, I was fast asleep.

I woke up to my sexist ring tone of “I Like Big Butts” or whatever that song is called. I sleepily reached over and grabbed my cell off of my cherry oak nightstand beside me bed. “Hello” I slurred, not quite awake yet. “Hi, Kennedy?” I noticed the voice right away. “Oh Hi Garen!!” suddenly waking up. “Hey, where were you in eighth?” I had to think quick, no way was I telling him what went down between me and Beverly. “Oh, that umm, I wasn’t feeling very well so I went home early.” Then I remembered he was supposed to some over today. “But I’m okay now” Whew! I thought, I saved my self from missing out on seeing him. I was still in love with Brody, but something about Garen calmed me down. Seeing him wouldn’t be so bad. “Well, do you still want me to come over?”

“Yea.” I said cheerily, and gave him my address.

“Alright, I’ll be there in an hour, bye,”

“Bye” I said and hung up. I re-fixed my hair and make-up and changed into some cute sweats and waited for Garen’s arrival. Soon enough I saw his bug black shiny hummer pull up in front of my house, and Garen step out of it. I tried to rush down to the door before my mom could get to it, and pester him, but I was to slow. “Hi There ,you must be Garen.” How did she know who he was? I thought. I didn’t tell her anything. “Yea, you must be Garen.” My sister said In a seductive tone. There’s my old sister back! But to my surprise ,he didn‘t react. There was none of the shit where most guys would roam their eyes up and down her bony body. . “Hi there!” I said with fake perkiness and a forced smile, not really happy about my sisters evil ways. Gawd, sometimes I mistake her for Satin! Garen looked up stunned to see me there. “Oh .Hey Kennedy.” His stunning stare vanishing, to be replaced with cheerfulness . “Come on in, would you like something to drink?” My mother asked “No thanks Mrs. Haddix.” I descended the remaining stares to grab Garen’s wrist and drag him up to my bedroom, my sister eyeing him all the way up.

“So how are you?” He asked once we’d gotten to my dark room. He was looking all around my room, an expression on his face I couldn’t quite read.

“I’m fine.” I said, plopping down on my silky dark purple comforter. “So do you like my room?”

“Well, it’s a little dark don’t you think?” Garen said referring to my black walls. He looked like he was about to be murdered by some unseen ghost or sumthin.

I grinned. “Just the way I like it. You wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at me that black is my favorite color.”

He seemed to loosen up a bit “No, not really”

“You look uneasy, do you not like black or something?”

“No, it’s O.K, but what about your sister? What does her room look like?” He asked glancing sideways at me. Of course. Now that he saw he could do better than me with my sister, he was definitely interested.

“Umm…Well, do you want to see it?” I asked, deciding at that moment, I was going to give up on boys. None of them wanted me, so be it. They can go along there hormonally challenged ways. They can never decide!

“Sure!” He said, his eyes getting a peculiar twinkle to them.

So I walked him to my sisters Lime green room, filled with pink accessories. EEEwww! I thought to myself. Who would like this much pink.

“So much brighter! And colorful!” He said.

Now I was getting the suspicion he was gay. I mean, it’s not everyday you bring a total stud into your sisters totally glammed out room, and he thinks it’s kewl!

I got to the chase quick!

“Are you interested in my sister?” popping my fists onto my hips, and looking straight into his green eyes wide with shock.

“No of course not!” He sounded so convincing until he looked down at my sisters neon pink carpet. “You do!” I said incredulously! No, I do NOT like him. I thought, But the thought of being ditched for her sister was infuriating! “Then why don’t you go hang out with her instead of me>?!!” I screamed.

“Kennedy!” He screamed back, equally as loud. “I do NOT like her!!”

“Don’t lie to me!” I snarled.

“I’m not lying….I’m gay!!