A Cabin For Thirteen (Sequel to 6G5G1S)

*Chapter 9: Snow, Snow, Snow

A/N This chapter has been edited and reposted. Please disregard the chapter that held this chapter's place. The chapter that was there caused intense writer's block, so this is the new one that will lead into the real Chapter 10, which I hope to post later today. The changes may seem slighly minor, but in the grand scheme of things they are very important. Thank you for understanding.

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Courtney

The days came and went. December continued to pass by as we inched closer to Christmas and New Years Eve. But since the day we got here, Kyle had been down. Even as we got closer to Christmas, his mood hadn’t seemed to brighten.

It was the 21st before I attempted to talk to him to see if there was anything I could do. I knew he needed time to calm down and to be alone, but having gone two days, he needed some help.

I knocked on his door that morning, waiting for him to answer. “Kyle…” I began, frowning.

The only response was a simple, “Go away!”

I frowned. “Kyle, you’ve got to let her go. She’s not that cool, honestly. There are plenty of other fish in the sea,” I reminded him as I stood outside his door.

“You didn’t even know Olivia like I did. You never got to meet her,” he said.

“And does that matter? If she decided to do something like this to you, she doesn’t deserve you. Kyle, you’re my brother. You’re cool. You have the same DNA as me anyway. If she can’t see how cool you are, she doesn’t deserve you.” I smiled a bit as I spoke.

“You actually threw in a compliment for yourself while you did this? Are you actually serious right now?” Kyle sounded really annoyed, which I just shrugged off. It’s a little sister’s job to annoy her big brother, anyway!

“Duh,” I smiled. “What else am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know. But it’s not helping. Go watch a movie with Liam or something,” he told me.

“Fine. But at least unlock your door, will you? Michael’s been sleeping on the couch for two days because you won’t open the door.” I tried the door again, but it wouldn’t open. “Do you ever use the bathroom?”

“When you’re not around I sneak out. Thanks for the concern. I’ll see you later,” Kyle told me.

“If you actually leave your room, I’ll see you,” I reminded.

“Go away, Courtney,” he finished off.

“Fine, fine. I’m going. Calm down,” I said. I held my hands up in defeat with a sigh. He really didn’t want to be bothered. I just wanted to help! I turned and walked away.

As I left to go upstairs, I swear I heard him say, “My sister actually cares…”