CHAPTER 3: WORLDS TO LOVE

Garrett'S POV I am older than my sister. I am expected to protect her whatever happens. That's what a good brother can do. But how can I completely promise her that I'll always be there to protect her when it is my own heart that I can't guard away from the man, I am forcing her to avoid? damn hard and crazy. I hate myself for being so vulnerable and soft when it comes to Nico. He is my greatest weakness. I can't gather all my sanity if he's around. I'm like a little girl giggling and I would want to compare him to my favorite chocolate. Sweet, tempting and I just can't get enough of him. I have a feeling that he knows that I'm into him. That's why I am cautious and as much as possible, I don't want to let him see me always. I don't want him to overpower me. I am still a man, in the physical thought of it. I can protect myself and I am even good at beating someone when somebody would initiate a fight. The only thing I can't protect myself into is falling completely to the man that my sister really devotes herself into the most. I decided to visit my sister the next day. Good thing that she's living next to my best friend, Scilla. As usual, her room was left messy when she rushed to the University for her first class at 7 A.M. The smell of her cigarette is everywhere it almost choked me. I opened her window to let the fresh air come in. Her bed sheets are all on the floor. The pillows are scattered. Her closet is half-opened. The brassieres and undergarments are placed on the bedside table. The trashcan tumbled down, good thing the contents were not spilled because the lid was intact. Am I really having a girl sibling? She's more than a drunk bear for me. She's beautiful but a total opposite when it comes to her room. She's like a girl that needed some reminders on how to clean a room. I shook my head from side to side due to anxiety because of the kind of sight that I see. Now I am clearly understanding the reason why she hates me and all of my non stop talking and reminding her about herself and on how to become mature when it comes to everything. She wants to be in a place where she could be herself. I can feel that she badly wanted to become independent, yet she's still helpless. She wants to live on her own trying to prove to our parents that she can really do it. I am becoming proud of her somehow, trying to make some decisions for herself. But sadly, most of them are not really what I wanted for her. I always think that her every decision is not the best for her. That kid. I started to fix everything by trying to pick up all the scattered mess on the floor. The work is too much that I have no time to argue or become angry at her because she's doing it again. She will be home from her university for about three hours from now and I should move quickly. Scilla came in and when she noticed that I am cleaning my sister's room, she started helping me too. We finished everything when she opened the door of her room. She was so happy that she jumped on my back and enclosed her arms around my neck as her legs encircled around my hips. "I love you." She hugged me from behind. I heard Scilla laughing aloud. "I don't understand the both of you. Today, you'll fight like nobody will forgive the other and the next seconds, all I can see is an epitome of "hashtag" siblinggoals." Celeste giggled and she hugged me very tightly as if never wanting me to breathe. I held her hands and, as I quickly turned, I ticked her waist. She laughed as she pulled herself away from me. "Are you okay here?" I asked when the crazy greetings are over. I admit, even if I don't understand my sister sometimes, I love her and I want to be sure that she's happy always. "What do you think?" She put her hands on her waist as she raised one of her eyebrows. She smiled contentedly. "You're a mess here." Her smile suddenly turned into a cute frown. I suddenly laughed at that sight of her. "I guess so, but at least, I can't hear all of your blaming and blabbering the whole time of the day." She pouted her lips as she folded her arms standing in front of me. I was sitting comfortably on her bed. When she said that, I lay down on her bed and felt the soft mattress on my back. I rested my head on both my folded arms from my back. "Okay, okay. Just be good. I have a surveillance camera here just so you know." She turned her head to the direction of where Scilla is. We noticed that she's only there sitting on the chair that's next to Celeste's bed listening to our conversation. She smiled and gave me a thumbs up. Celeste jokingly frowned at Scilla. "Girl, you won't tell my brother of what I'm doing here, right?" She winked at Scilla. My best friend happily shook her head. "I guess, you should both talk more often." She said, at last, smiling. My sister looked at me and Scilla repeatedly. "Even if you guys suck sometimes, I still love the feeling of someone showing their care to me. That's the best feeling ever!" She raised both of her hands as if showing a combination of a relieved arm and hand stretch. "We suck at caring for you, you know," I replied. "I have never been this happier. Thanks to you both. So, when is the wedding?" She looked at both of us with a malicious look. I almost choked on the water that I am drinking from Celeste's bedside table that Scilla prepared when we're still cleaning her room. Scilla suddenly giggled by what Celeste said. That witch! No way! I would rather have your boyfriend than my best friend, Celeste.