Page 30 of A Very Snowed In New Year
“I’m not defending her. I just don’t want you to?—”
“Oh my GOD, you’ve turned into such a superficial Hollywood asshat!” She crosses her arms in front of her chest and turns away from me. “I can’t even talk to you anymore!”
“How does that make me?—”
“All guys are the same and you all like the same stupid girls and I’m JUST SO SICK OF IT!” She sticks earbuds into her ears and stares out the window, and I don’t know how she did it, but I feel like a worthless piece of shit who just ruined her life.
What the fuck just happened?
It’s like there’s an invisible wall between us now. It is not an exaggeration to say that at least half the teenage female population of the world is a little in love with me, but my own sister thinks I’m garbage all of a sudden because—what? Because I don’t hate Shay Nicholls like she does?
The driver is looking back at me through the rearview mirror with the pained, knowing look of a dad who’s been frozen out many times. He shrugs, as if to say,This too shall pass.
My mum had mentioned something to me yesterday about Rory being terrifying, but my sister seemed so happy to see me I figured my mother was exaggerating.
I don’t know who to talk to about this.
Actually.
I sort of almost used to know someone.
Chapter Nine
From: [email protected]
Subject: Help?
How are you?
Long time.
A while ago I got one of those notifications from Gmail saying I needed to sign into this account if I wanted to keep it alive. And even though I didn’t know if we’d ever email each other again and I don’t use this email address for anything else, I didn’t want to part with it.
I hope it’s not creepy to say that even though I’ve been really busy for three years, I have thought of you from time to time. Usually when I see my sister reading a book. She read every Sweet Valley High and Sweet Dreams book in existence inside of a year, by the way.
And it turns out now she’s reading fanfic.
Specifically, she’s read PiperThanFiction’s entire canon on FictionAxis.
I was just wondering if that’s you?
If so, I just want you to know that my sister absolutely loves your work.
And I might have to start writing fanfiction to get her to like me again because apparently nobody understands her and everyone in our family is horrible.
This is all to say that I was thinking about you and I wish you a merry Christmas, if you celebrate.
How’s your little brother doing?
From: [email protected]
Hey, you!
Long time indeed.
