Fifteen

Jordan's sister was his opposite.

She was sweet, fun and friendly.

In recent weeks we have begun to closer, she's been like a second sister to me, just like Becca is my first.

Having other women around makes me feel good and I can talk openly with them without worrying.

Jordan is a little distant, but whenever there is time left from whatever he does, he talks to me, asks if I need anything and then disappears. According to his sister, college is killing him, mainly because it is the last year of his course.

I can't complain about the lack of attention (because lately I'm so needy, it's unbearable), After all, we have nothing.

"What do you want?” I look at the blonde girl in front of me.

"It could be a strawberry milkshake." I tell her.

My then sister-in-law invited me to go for a walk and, of course, I didn't refuse. I haven't been out in a while, I just stayed inside that apartment, looking at nothing. We were at a diner near the house, making small talk.

"And then? How has my broth