A Sister's Love, Varissa Darke [books recommended by bts txt] 📗

I may end up with a super gorgeous boyfriend, and a few guy friends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Already? It was your first day, and you already have a date to their dance? That seriously has to be some kind of record!" Alex said.

I couldn't help but call her. This was just too big of a deal to let it wait.

"Ana!" My father called out. "Hang up and come in here. Don't worry, it'll be worth it."

"Sorry Alex, but Father Man is calling. Apparently it'll be worth hangin up on you." I chuckled.

She laughed. "Okay. Alright. Te iubesc, Ana."

"Te iubesc, Alex." Slowly, I pressed the end button, then walked into the living room, groaning.

"Heads up." My dad said, throwing something towards me. I caught, just barely. It took me a few seconds to realize what the little black thing in my hand was.

"You got me a cell phone?" I smiled, instantly running to hug him. "Thank you so much. This means the world to me."

He smiled. "I know. Now go upstairs, into your room, sit at your computer desk and go text away." He smiled mischeviously.

I did as he said. Instantly putting in Alex's number. Alex had been training me on how to use a cellphone, knowing Dad would give in soon.

Hey!!!

Have you even looked at your computer yet?

I paused then turned to face it. Laughing instantly. Is that what I think it is?

Haha. Yep. There's a button on the back of the big white thing that turns it on. I had to try and help Dad set it up while you were at school. Turn it on!

I pressed the button and a little box showed up, saying that AlexDaMasta wanted to chat. Nice screen name. I accepted and another box showed up, this one had Alex's face in it.

"Hey!!!" She squealed.

"Alex!!!" I felt myself close to tears. It had been so long since I'd seen her face, or heard her voice. She looked a little more mature, being sixteen now.

Before we knew it, we were both in tears, catching up on our lives the past year. Though we still couldn't touch, just being able to see her face again made me think that nothing in the world could ruin this moment. And really, nothing could.

Chapter 2:

Alex had helped me quite a bit with my outfit for the dance, even if by webcam. Being two years older than me, she automatically believed she had more fashion sense. Which, sadly, is probably true.

So, as we brought absolutely everything out of my closets, dumped it out onto my bed, and dug through it, piece by piece, Alex finally spotted what would apparently be the perfect choice. A long, black, lacey spiderweb-designed dress that touched the floor when I wore it.

"I wore this on Halloween! It's a Valentine's Day dance." I laughed.

She shook her head. "Wear those converse boot thingies Mom can't stand with it. It'll look amazing." I agreed and put the dress on. Well, the dress managed to actually fit me perfectly, fitting tight exactly where it was suposed to, completely flattering my amazing, but always hidden by baggy clothes, figure.

Alex practically did my makeup. She had me bring my makeup bag over to the computer, pulled out her matching one, grabbed out makeup and made me do exactly what she was, accidently turning me into some gothic beauty. "You need to wear makeup more often!!" She squealed. "You're gorgeous. I'm pretty jealous!! That thick black hair!!"

I giggled. "Thanks. Gotta go, though. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow morning."

"Okay. Te iubesc, Ana."

"Te iubesc, Alex!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I guess I should have seen this coming when the most gorgeous guy at the school happened to ask me to the dance. Especially after all the girls had suddenly been really nice to me the next day. But, I kind of figured that they thought me going to the dance with Aaron made me cool. I was wrong.

It was all just some plot to humiliate the new girl though. I walk into the dance, and there he is, sucking off some blonde bimbo's face.

I pretend no to notice though, and hide the pain. I take a deep breath, walking right past the two and sit down at one of the chairs they have set aside the dance floor.

Completely unknown to me, however, a guy was sitting directly beside me, perched like some beautiful black raven, observing a hurt pigeon with sad eyes.

When I finally saw him, I couldn't pull may gaze away from him. He was beautiful. His eyes were the color of night, soft and sparkling. His smile was sweet, and showed compassion. It also seemed we had picked the same theme for dress for the dance. He was wearing black leather pants and a torn Slipknot t-shirt. His hair was jet black with bright red tips covering his left eye. And to top it off, (Teehee. Pun) a fedora.

"You're Aaron's 'date', aren't you?" He said with a sad smile.

"Yeah." I sighed. "You're the blonde bimbo's date, huh?" He nodded.

"I think we should just trick them into thinking they actually pulled a prank that helped us." He sat down on his butt with a thud and looked deeply into me. "You know what I mean?"

I laughed. "Yeah. You know it would just break their hearts if they knew that their prank actually helped us find each other." He held out his hand and I shook it. "My name's Analysa." I said.

"I'm Josh. Now, let's go break some hearts." He grinned, pulling me up from my seat, keeping my hand in his as we walked right on past Aaron and out the door, looking like any other couple madly in love.

"There's a cemetery near. You wanna go?" He asked. I giggled. "Isn't that a bit cliche?"

He shrugged. "Probably, but it's a gorgeous night. I think it could fairly romantic."

"Okay then." Then we took off running down to the nearest, creepiest cemetery we could find.

"This is my mother's grave." Josh said, tracing his finger along the name carved into the stone. "Died giving birth to me, so I guess you could say it was my fault."

I sat down, wrapping my arm around him, laying my head on his shoulder. "My brother died two years ago, saving my life, even though I was in no danger. That was my fault."

Josh looked up at me, smiling with slight tears in his eyes. Slowly, he pulled my chin to his, our lips meeting in a soft kiss. then, a few minutes later, I'm very sure we will go to hell for this, but we made love on his mother's grave. I don't know if I should include this in my message to Alex in the morning.

Chapter 3:

"Happy birthday." I awoke to my father's kiss on the top of my head. I smiled up at him, wiping the sleep from my eyes and stretching with a yawn. "We haven't really talked about this yet, but what do you want for your birthday?"

Tears threatened the corners of my eyes. "Dad. We have to go. It's Alex and Corey's birthday too. We've celebrated together every year since the day I was born. We can't stop now."

I was born March 12th. Alex had been born two years earlier, on March 13th, and Corey was born a years before that, March 14th. Every year since I was born, we've celebrated our birthdays together on March 13th.

"How did I know you were going to say that?" He grinned. "Good thing I called your mother a few days ago. Good thing I sneaked into your room last night to pack up all your stuff so we can leave immediately."

"You didn't!" I wrapped him in a huge bear hug, then jumped out of bed. "Does Alex know?" He shoook his head, chuckling.

"We decided it would make a nice birthday surprise. Now go hurry up and get dressed, we've got about an eight to ten hour drive ahead of us."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gazing through Alex's window, I sent a smile to Mom, who was talking to Alex about her plans for her birthday party tomorrow. "It just won't be the same without Ana here! We've celebrated together for so long now. We can't stop now."

Mom coaxed Alex outside of her room. After Alex was out, Mom ran over to the window to open it for me. I was quick to slide in and find myself a nice hiding place under Alex's bed.

I could barely keep quiet when Alex came back inside to go to bed. The instant she turned the lights off to go to bed, I had to pin my mouth shut to stop the giggles.

Slowly, I got out from under her bed and just simply got out, put on my best yawn and climbed into bed beside her. I could