Oh joy, my brother’s back.
It isn’t that I don’t like my brother, I do. He is the best older brother anyone could have- unselfish, kind, protective, but not too much, and, to be honest, cool. But with him he brings all the reminders of why me and Will just can’t be… me and Will. It also means we get to spend some ‘quality time’ with the in-laws. ‘Awkward time’ would be a more appropriate title, in my humble opinion.
I sit next to Will at the table, trying to ignore all the sayings shooting through my head (so close, and yet…) and pretend to be interested in the conversation. We’re talking about Will, and all his wonderful academic achievements. The more good things I hear about Will, the more frustrated I get. Why can’t he dump Kristen and get over his fear of dating an in-law? Why?
I sigh, frustrated at myself now. I can be so melodramatic sometimes. Will glances at me and whispers, “You bored?”
“A little,” I admit in a low tone.
He flashes me a grin, sending my heart aflutter, “Me too.”