Fixing Myra.

Those 2 AM Talks.

*Myra's POV*

I guess I just couldn't sleep that night. What seemed like an hour I guess was really 2. After Blake had went downstairs, I laid and listened, and then I checked the clock. My god it was two in the morning.

Mom and Dad still weren't home, so I went downstairs, to a room full of guys staring at me.

"Uh, Myra, what the hell are you doing?" Blake asked.

"I, big brother, am making some hot cocoa and going out on the patio."

"Well. Uh. Don't you think you should put some clothes on?"

That's when I looked down and realized, well, I wasn't wearing a shirt, but a bra. Apparently, Micha wasn't too thrilled because as soon as I looked up, he was throwing his shirt at me.

As soon as I caught it I ran to the kitchen completely horrified. After everything that had happened with Dakota, I was, lets just say, self conscious about my body, to the point where I would wear a t-shirt or a one piece in a pool.

I put on the shirt, made my hot cocoa, went outside, and left it at that. Apparently between the time I had went to the kitchen and went outside, one of my brothers had gone to my room, got my guitar, set it out on the patio, and went back inside, which was their way of saying, "Play."

So, I started to play.

*Drake's POV*

"Guys, I'm gonna head up to bed, mom said you all could stay though! Make yourselves at home." Blake said as he walked up the stairs.

Micha decided he was gonna stay in the living room with all of us, so basically, hello all-niter.

As soon as Blake had gotten upstairs, Jordan looked at Micha.

"So, Micha, now that Blake's upstairs, I'm going to be completely honest, and know I mean this in the best of ways. But your sister, is hot as hell."

Micha just shook his head and said "Literally, I cant have one friend who doesn't think that, and its probably a good thing you waited for him to go upstairs."

Jordan saying that, boiled my blood for god knows what reason.

For some reason, I didn't want anyone to see her like that. Anyone but me..

Until today, no one had ever called me out on my bullshit, or my ego, and the fact that she did was somewhat, well, intriguing. Intriguing enough for me to actually want to get to know her.

I had some questions.

"So, why did she look terrified when she realized she didn't have a shirt on? Doesn't she wear, like, bathing suits?" I asked.

"She wears bathing suits, but its either a one piece or she wears a t-shirt over it. Lets just say, with everything she went through in Minnesota, she doesn't really have self confidence anymore. I mean, Blake, our parents and I have tried to help build it up every day for the past year, but, nothing really helps."

"Because she's broken?" I asked.

"Basically." he replied.

Then we heard her playing.

"Dude, this is possibly the saddest song I have ever heard." Cooper said.

"I should probably go talk to her." Micha said.

"You know, I have a few siblings, so I know how to talk to people. Maybe, she needs to hear everything you guys are saying, from someone else." I said. "Maybe, would you mind if I went and talked to her?" I asked.

"I mean, you can give it a shot."

I stood up and walked to the patio, but I waited a minute before i said anything.

*Myra's POV*

Her desk is shrinking a little each day.

She's the girlfriend whose boyfriend has run away.

She'll go to the gym after school today.

Maybe if she was thinner.

Then he would've stayed.

And she said .

"Who will love me for me?

Not for what I have done or what I will become.

Who will love me for me?

Cause no body has shown me what love,

What love really means.

What love really means"

"I promise you, that's not a song that applies to you." I hear a voice say from behind me.

I turn around and see Drake in the doorway.

"And what do you know about anything that applies to me? You've known me for about a day."

"I may have only known you for a day. But, I know you're the perfect size. You don't need to be thinner for someone to stick around, let alone love you. Because I can tell you right now, you may have a tough interior, that may need repairs, but there's nothing wrong with that. And, you don't need to change anything about your appearance, because walking through the hall ways today, every single time I looked at you, there were about 10 other guys around you doing the same."

"And how many other girls have you used that on today?"

"Actually, I have no reason to flatter girls, they always seem to do the flattering. So, none. I was actually trying to be genuine, but, I can take a hint."

He started to walk back in the house.

"Wait." I yelled before he closed the door.

"Yes?"

"I guess I just have some issues to work out, before I can take someone's compliments seriously."

He walked back over and sat in the chair next to me.

"Well, tell me about them."

"I also have trouble talking to people."

"Honestly, so do I. But, nothing ever feels better till you open up. I can tell you have a lot of walls up, but, you can talk to me about why they're there."

I thought to myself for a minute, wondering where that conceited ass from school went. But, some part of me knew he was right. And of all things I needed, to feel better was one of them.

I looked at him, turned around, and slowly lifted up my shirt, so he could see my back.

"What are the scars from?"

"We all told Blake I had wrecked my four wheeler. But in all honesty, my ex boyfriend had beat me up the night I had gotten dropped of by a football player, and he had told me no one would possibly be attracted to me because of how big I was. And when I tried to run away, he started throwing his knives at me. A few of them caught my back."

The look on his face made him look like he was about to run for the hills. But, to my surprise, he didn't.

"Why in gods name would he do that?"

"I guess, because after three years, he wanted to make sure no one really would want to look at me."

"Did you break up with him?"

"I didn't."

"You didn't break up with him after all that?"

"I didn't have to. That night, he had decided that even he couldn't look at me anymore, and he left me because he thought I wasn't small enough, or pretty enough. I don't have the best smile. Basically, he stayed, because I had never said no."

He just stared at me for a while, until I had finally asked him what he was looking at.

"He's wrong."

"About?"

"You don't need to be any smaller. You're actually stunning. Like, realistically stunning. And honestly, you have one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen."

I couldn't help but smile.

"I should probably head up to bed." I said.

I walked inside and up the stairs, laid in bed for a little while.

Not only was that the first time I had genuinely smiled in almost a year.

It was also the night that I got a small part of my confidence back.

*Drake's POV*

I walked inside right after she did.

"Well, how'd it go?" Micha asked.

"How long has it been since she actually smiled. Like, a genuine smile."

"Honestly, almost a year. Why?"

"I think I may have gotten her smile back."

Micha just smiled, and thanked me, rolled over and fell asleep like Jordan and Cooper.

But I couldn't sleep.

All I could think about was the fact that that was the first meaningful conversation I have ever had with a girl.

How she trusted me with a secret she was keeping from her older brother, and wondering why she was keeping it.

And how I now know what her brothers meant by broken.

How I want to be the one to help fix her.