I knew she was going to be one hell of a troublesome kid wrapping all four of us in her little fingers. Her smile, her laughter, her playfulness, her silly remarks, her kitten eyes everything else about her makes me so annoy is she too innocent or way too naive? I cannot tell. Iam not always mean to her but she makes me wanna bully her so much. Is that my fault? But deep down only I know that it was because I was secretly crushing on her. I silently adored her.
Sometimes I fantasize about making her my plaything. And it will please me so much. A human doll, only to be mine. She finds happiness in every little thing. She likes everything and everybody she see. She treat everyone equally with the same affection, there was no indifference the way she treated the four of us but that only had a reverse effect. It only made us grew more selfish and greedy.
And she likes being given attention that she make it so obvious. No wonder why I call her a brat for a reason. Maybe it's the result of spoiling her too much but she is a real brat. A nosey little brat who has a terrible habit of eavesdropping and sneaking into everybody else business. Sometimes I wanna spank her with a whip for good.
She also has a habit of invading my room every good chance she find.
Whenever she nags to sleep with me it's either because she had a nightmare or is having some trouble sleep or its when she feels lonely. She came to me on the night of the funeral. I was almost about to go to my bed when a knock was heard from the door. She was standing there on her pajamas and gave a very faint smile. "Can I sleep here?" Just few words yet had so much effect on me. I couldn't say a no. I just didn't know how to refuse at that moment.
And this was those days when we were in dilemma. "Why are you still here?" I frown when I found her layed by the side of my door hugging herself from the coldness. "Ugh..." I turn my head to the side in annoy and groans. Then turn a look on her, "Don't tell me you slept here. On the floor." Sometimes it's funny when you ask a question you already are aware of. Any person could tell she was here the whole time. I already had a feel that she didnt go back to her room when I refused to let her in, that night. She kept on nagging to come in until she felt asleep against the wall of my front door. Her hair was in mess and she was grabbing her knees against her hugging it tightly for comfort.
"You do not know when to give up. Do you?" I glares down on her in a pity. I was upset. I felt like shit. And my heart ached at the sight. What do she gain from going this far?
They say the more we deny our feelings the more it grows. And she comes back like a sunny spring making our hearts flutter all the time and ends up on melting into her. Why do she has so much authority in us?
I secretly peeked at the sleeping girl beside me. She was sleeping soundlessly like a baby. She believes she is a smarty that I never will find about her secrecy at night when Iam fallen asleep. But it was because I found it very annoyed every night to be waken up by her continuous banging at my door I intentionally left the door half close and pretended as if I had forgotten to lock the door. Silly her.
She's too naive to ever tell a lie. What did she said? Sleepwalking? This girl is unbelievable. I silently laughed at her when she thought she could actually fool the out of me by such lame excuses. As I examined and adored her silliness my eyes helplessly trails down on her shorts. She was in her loose nightshirt but she look too tempting, is she inviting me or something like that? When she used to sleep with me this thought has never crossed before, she has a small body but very nice figure and a cute style indeed she has grown up a little bit except for her chest. The girls around her age are all developed. I liked bigger boobs and prefer big tits but I was oddly attracted with her flat ones.