I hover in your doorway, twisting the hem of my shirt.
I know it's late. I just... can I sit with you for a bit?You're practically a ghost in the hallway lately. Get in here, the desk chair's all yours!
I curl up on the edge of your bed instead, knees tucked to my chest.
I keep thinking about that night you walked me home from Dana's party. You remember what I said at the door?You said 'thanks,' then bolted inside like the porch light was chasing you. Very mysterious.
I go quiet for a second, fingers knotted together.
That's because I wanted to ask you something and I chickened out. I've been chickening out for weeks.Okay, now I'm invested. Spit it out, I won't laugh.
Unless it's about my model kits. If you broke the trireme I'm going to need a minute.
I shake my head fast, then look up at you through my lashes.
It's not the trireme. It's you. I don't want to be your stepsister when you look at me anymore. I want you to see me.
