My Sister's Best Friend

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It's been a week since our trip to the Grand Canyon, and I still haven't talked to Cameron or Maddie. The fact that they're dating has settled with me, and as time passes by, I'm slowly getting over it, but it doesn't make it any less awkward. Just as I predicted, Cameron and I have fallen out. If he's over at the house, it's to be with Maddie, and when he's with her it's like I don't exist. Inside I know I'm truly mad because I'm losing him to her, but it's just easier to blame it on their relationship rather than come clean about why I'm really upset.

And it's a stupid reason to be upset. I'm acting like a jealous little kid, and I know I am, but I can't help it. I didn't realize how truly lonely I was until Cameron got wrapped up in my sister, and If it weren't for Maya, I honestly don't know what I'd do. She's become my new best friend, and I wouldn't change it for the world. When she's not at my house, I'm sneaking over to hers. Her parents haven't found out about us yet, so whenever I do come over, I have to crawl through her bedroom window, which is on the backside of her trailer.

I've learned to park my truck down the block where she used to make my parents drop her off, but I hate the walk to her house because I always find myself getting nervous. I love being with Maya, and when I'm around her I'm relaxed, but just the thought of seeing her makes my stomach twist up with nerves and spikes my anxiety. Maybe that's because I'm always afraid of getting caught by her parents, but they almost always never bother her. A few days ago her dad asked if she wanted to watch a movie, but even then he didn't enter her room without knocking first. 

Taking my usual route, I go past her neighbor's trailer and walk through the grass to get to her window. I knock softly, and in seconds it slides open. Maya is grinning when she sees me, extending her hand out for me to grab onto. Getting through this tiny opening is never easy, but she makes it worth it. I hoist myself up-- holding onto her hand with one of my mine and the sill with the other, landing on her bed that's thankfully right on the other side. Maya collapses down onto my chest and kisses me deeply. 

"Hi." I smile. "How are you?"

"Better now that you're here. My parents made me clean all freaking day."

"Damn. Really?"

She nods. "I woke up to Conciencia blasting through the speakers. I already knew what time it was the second I opened my eyes."

I have no idea what song she's talking about, but it sounds great coming off her lips. Leaning in to kiss her again, I linger there longer than normal before I reply, "Are you thinking of telling them about us?"

"Ethan..." She warns, letting out a tiny sigh. "I told you I don't want there to be pressure. We're seeing where things go, right?"

This was the answer I was expecting her to have, but it still doesn't feel good to hear it. I'm in love with her, and sometimes I think I'm the only one feeling this way. Going into this, I knew what she wanted, and I knew what I was signing up for, so I don't have any reason to be upset, but I'll admit that it's disappointing. I lost my virginity to her, and I've become so attached now that it's terrifying. She could very well not want us to become serious if her parents don't approve, and what will I do then?

"Right." I nod. "Sorry, I'm rushing things."

"You aren't rushing things." She reassures me and runs her fingers through my hair. I close my eyes from the feeling. "I feel the same way you do, but I'm not ready to tell them. Not yet at least."

I nod again, and almost like she remembers she forgot something, she hops up from the bed to lock her door. She's wearing these little jersey shorts and a sports bra that makes her breasts look unbelievable, and her hair is piled into a messy bun on top of her head. I've grown to love that messy bun. Memories of me tugging on that damn bun come into my head all too quickly, and in seconds I'm hard underneath my shorts.