I fought the urge to knock on my own bedroom door. I don’t know, it was just weird! I still didn’t know how to act around my sister. I cracked the door open and saw her sitting on my bed. She had the photo album the guys had given me open in her lap and she was tracing the images with her finger pensively.
I stepped inside and she smiled shyly, “I promise I wasn’t snooping; it was laying out.”
I shrugged, “honestly you could be snooping, and I wouldn’t mind, I don’t have a lot of person things.”
She bit her lip, “That’s true, I guess. So, what did you want to talk about, little sis?”
I pulled the chair from my vanity over so I could sit across from her. “I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately…” I began. It wasn’t necessary to clarify, she knew who I meant. “Ever since the day before
