For The Love Of A Bad Boy

II

"Who died?" My older brother asked when I came home from school.

"Nobody died, Jeremy."

"You look like it."

I shook my head, shrugging my shoulders.

"I'm fine."

"Did anything happen at school today?"

"I went, I learned, and now I'm home."

"That's all you do. That look on your face says something else."

"This is my regular face, Jeremy. I've worn it everyday since I was born."

"Oh, I know! That's your in love face!"

"What? You're going out of your mind."

"You are! Who is it? Is it a boy? Is it a girl? You know I don't care which."

"I'm not in love."

"Yeah, you are. I'm your big brother, you're supposed to tell me about your crushes."

"I don't have a crush. Give it a rest."

"You definitely do. I need a name."

"There isn't one."

"Tell me their name."

"Jeremy, you're a grown man. Get a new hobby."

"Your life is my hobby. Remember what Mom said. If I'm going to take care of you properly, I have to know everything that's going on in your life."

"Mom wouldn't want you in my personal business."

"Yes, she would."

"Give me a break."

"Nope. Name?"

I rolled my eyes, heaving.

"Anthony." I mumbled.

"Aw, my little brother has a crush."

"It's not a crush. He just kissed me."

"You were going to lie to me, weren't you? You were going to come into this house and walk your little lying ass upstairs without saying a word."

"It's not a lie if I don't bring it up."

"It is so."

"Nothing happened after that. Can I do my homework now?"

"You're always doing homework."

"Maybe because I'm always getting assignments."

"Don't be a smart aleck."

"Don't try to change me."

"So...about your crush..."

"That doesn't exist,"

"If it did," He sighed, "don't be afraid to talk to me about it."

"If I did have a crush, which I don't, I would tell you that you'll probably be hearing a lot more about Anthony."

"Right...if you had any interest."

"Right."

"Alright, go do your homework."

"What are we having for dinner?"

"What do we have every night?"

"Pizza."

"Sometimes you're not too bright, Sam."

~

Why did he kiss me?

Did he like me?

Was it some sort of joke to him?

Did he want something to do with me?

How did he even see me?

Is this a thing that he does? Does he just kiss random people?

Why do I think I like him?

I didn't know a thing about him, except the rumors. Everything I knew about him could of been a blatant lie. And I liked him because he kissed me? Unacceptable.

This has to be the geekiest thing I have ever thought about.

Sam and Anthony. Anthony and Sam.