I'm awake but I don't want to be. I lay there long past 10 a.m. just laying down. The weight of the world is heavy on my chest, like it is every moring.
"Harry go call your sister breakfast is ready." I faintly heard Anne telling Harry who's room was right next to the downstairs kitchen. My room on the other hand was right next to the upstairs kitchen but not above Harry's. Harry switched rooms after one sleep over with my best friends. We just jumpping on the bed, strunting around the room, screaming, singing off key to our favorite songs. Well I think that's when he switched rooms. Before when we had Prank Meetings in my room we knew Harry was listening but he never clearly heard anything, music was always playing. But the day Gemma moved out Harry was so heartbroken that his sister was leaving him he stayed in her room for a month. Once we were having a Prank Meeting in my room and since Gemma's room is right next to mine he can hear everything more clear. He understood what we were talking about. From his room downstairs he couldn't make out that our hushed words were ideas on how and where and who to prank but him right next door he heard everything from our "How about Emma?" to our "How about me host a party and get him there?" to our "When she walks in just get a bunch of the school jocks to totally hit on her then after we get her a little drunk, we expose her." He didn't agree with what me and my friends do. I don't expect him to after what we did to his crush.
*Knock,Knock* "'Cole? Mom said breakfast is ready if you're hungry. You really should eat. Mom's noticed you skip breakfast. Plus I never see you eat at lunch and you come home so late at night there's never any dinner left. Are you okay? You never eat anything anymore." Harry's morning voice is raspy, sleepy and concerned. Wow he cares. Blehh. "I eat Harry. Okay? I eat. Just tell Anne I'm not hungry. Okay bye." I snap and shove my head back into my pillow. No matter how hungry I really am, I never eat. I'm not anerxic or anything but I'm just either too busy or too excited to eat. But the girls always make me eat at the mall or at one of their houses. "Colette? Please come down to eat. You've been looking a little pale lately." Anne's voice followed by a few knocks. "Fine I'm coming down Anne." She hates it that I call her Anne now. She told me I was adopted when I was 13 and since then I wasn't the angel she raised me up as, since then I stopped calling her mom. I wait for the sound of her footsteps to go down the stairs to the downstairs kitchen but I don't. I swing my head over the edge of the bed and look under the door and sure enough Anne's feet are there. Knowing she won't leave I get up, fix my bed hair that still looks styled to perfection and open the door. She looks relieved and she leads me downstairs and sits me down at the table besides Harry. He stiffens when my leg skims his and I smirk. A while back my friends and I played a near death prank on Harry's crush after he annoyingly begged us to hang out with her. "Something wrong Hazz?" He stands up and leaves without another word. Oh the 'Crush Prank' that we didn't even plan was kinda sad But Harry brought it upon himself.
**Flash Back: The Crush Prank**
"Please 'Cole please! You know how much she means to me. Please just one day." Harry was seriously on his knees in front of me begging. "What's he begging for now?" Ava asked when she walked into my room. "No, no, no. Who's he begging for now?" Aria came in smirking. The last time Harry begged us for anything it was to get 'The Amazingly Perfect Alison Hastings' to give him his first kiss. Harry gave her a death glare. "I'll think about it okay Harry? We have some planning to do." With that I stood up and he followed. I opened the door and he left. "So?" Ali asked. "He has a crush! You remember Bridget Owens? He's going to tell her about his crush and he wants us to hang out with her." I roll my eyes at his request. "Why not? Sounds like Harry has it bad. Don't act like you've never had a bad crush before!" Aria was right. My boyfriend was my worst crush, I fell so hard. We all agreed and got up. We plan everything out, make some calls and I call Harry back into my room while everyone is making calls. "Yes 'Cole?" He sits down in front of me again. "Yes. We'll hang out with her." Harry jumpped into my lap and hugged me as tight as he can mange which isn't that tight, may I mention he hasn't gone through peburity yet? He leaves and the girls and I leave to the mall. Bridget stands in Forever 21, exactly where we told her to wait. "Bridget! Come here sweetheart!" I scream running to her and throwing my arms around her. "Tonight sweetheart we're going to a party hosted in your honor. Sound good?" She nods quickly. "Okay well find something you like and I'll buy it! This party is for you okay? So you have to look the part! Yes I'll pay for you too girls" Eveyone squels with joy and are off. Everyone but Bridget who just stays where is she. "Problem?" she nodds. "I've never been to a party and I don't know what to wear." Of course she hasn't. 'Okay well tonight someone is going to tell you how much he really likes you. Plus the whole football, basketball, baseball and westling boys wil be here so you want to dress sexy." I push her into the cocktail dresses area and she picks out a super revealing mini dress. Perfect. "But you don't want to show too much sweetheart." I take the dress and lead her over to the cover ups. She picks out one and we start towards the cashier, the girls joining us. We leave and go back to Aria's house where the party will be hosted. We all get ready together and get Bridget. Baby girl looked like such a slut. Even better. My bro Harry was gonna get laid. "The party starts in an hour. So how about a little pre-party toast?" Aria says bringing out her stash of alchoal. "I've never had one before" Bridget admits when I get her a shot. "We know." We say in union as we down our shots. Bridget does the same. Again. And again. And Again. And again. Finally she's drunk and the party starts. Music starts playing and Bridget is grinding on half the football team. Harry walks in right when she starts making out with my boyfriend Chase, the caption of the football team. I stand besides Harry and both of us are piss. "Get your boyfriend off my girl!" He screams at me. "Get your girl off my boyfriend!" I scream back. We rush to them and pull them apart but the second we let go they pull back together. "Sorry 'Cole. We're done" Chase says in between kisses. "Thanks 'Cole for the hook up! I thought you were kidding when you said someone was going to confess themself to me. Thanks again!" She starts pushing my boyfriend towards the door and Harry stops her. "But Bridget I was the one that was going to confess to you." Harry looked so sad. "Not my boyfriend!" I said. "Ex boyfriend! And sorry Harry but I need a man. Not a boy who still thinks holding hands is love. Having sex is love sweetheart." Bridget's words are slurred and she leaves the house with my boyfriend. Harry runs into the kitchen where the drinks are being served and a bunch of the cheerleaders are sitting around the table. "Harry ! Come sit with us!" One of them calls. He looks like he wants to dart from the room but instead he grabs as many beers he can hold in his hand and sits with them. When I walk in one of the cheerleads are making out with Harry and another is skimming her leg against Harry's. That night Harry got laid and dated everyone of those cheerleaders. He was known around school as a Bad Boy. As a player and he acted like he never cared. But everynight when I came home late and walked passed his room I heard him cry. He cared way too much. Although he had a girlfriend it wasn't the girl he wanted. And he's still sensitive about what happened. After he was called a 'Bad Boy' Bridget tried to get with him but he denied. He denied all the feelings he had for her. Including since she was the one that said 'Sex was love' because the night he was rejected he did have sex. But he still didn't feel like that was 'love'.
I walk to Harry's room and his face is bright red, meaning he was crying. "Harry what's the meaning of love?" I ask when he looks up. "A feeling between two people. Like how we felt when you were nice? We loved each other. We were like the model brother and sister. But no you're a bitch who likes ruining things." He words go from kind to mean. "Does that mean you don't love me anymore big bro?" I blind really fast and tilt my head to the side. "Get out." He opens the door for me and glares at me until I move. "The truth always comes out, one way or another." I say then walk out.