Weston took a shower finally and wearing his clothes, he walked into Isabella's room with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Isabella was busy scribbling into her diary when she saw him enter her room. She panicked immediately and shut her diary quickly. "Weston, can't you knock before entering?" She asked him with a frown. His grin broadened hearing her words.
"Why should I? You're mine therefore your room's mine too and so is your diary," he pointed out.
"No, my diary isn't yours. It's only mine. Don't you think of touching it ever," she warned him but his grin widened further which made her a little suspicious.
"So what were you writing? About me?" He asked her, coming up behind her. Isabella blushed and tried to hide her diary. Weston chuckled at her cutenes
"No please, ask for anything else. Ask for my life instead but not that, " begged Weston. Hudson had never seen his twin beg like this in the last eighteen years that they had spent together. But he was adamant. Isabella was too young to handle the storm that was brewing inside Weston. He would crush her with the intensity of his feelings for her. She needed to grow like a normal teenager and mature first. For that, Weston had to stay away. There was no other way."Wes, try to understand. She's too immature to deal with your feelings now. Let her grow up first. There's no other way," he insisted."I can't break ties with her, bro," he cried out."You have to," said Hudson. "Else I have to inform mom and dad. Maybe they'll send her away to some boarding school somewhere, " said Hudson. Weston's shoulders
Excited beyond words, Isabella rushed to open her balcony door. The moment she opened it, Weston entered her room, closing the door after him. He turned and simply pulled Isabella into his arms, holding her tightly to his body."Happy birthday, Isabella, " he whispered, his arms almost lifting her off the ground like she didn't weigh anything at all. Isabella clung to him, her face into his neck, inhaling him, feeling his presence. It seemed like a dream come true. She just couldn't believe that he was really here. He hadn't forgotten her birthday, after all. When she had given up all hope of seeing him, he had arrived to wish her."I missed you, Weston. I was waiting for you," she mumbled into his neck."I know," he said, still holding her. "I've got something for you," he whispered, releasing her and placing
"Why would you lose me, Gordon? We'll always keep in touch. I might come down and meet you sometime. That's what friends are for, right? To always be there when you need them?" Said Isabella with a smile."I didn't mean it that way, Isabella. I don't want to be just friends with you. I want more than that," said Gordon, his eyes filled with hope. Isabella was rendered speechless by his statement. Did he mean what she thought he did?"Gordon, I didn't get you, " she said with a nervous look on her face. Thankfully before Gordon could explain himself further, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from her mom."Where are you, sweetie? The boys are about to reach home any minute. Come home quickly, " said her mom, excitedly."Yes, mom. I'm at the ice-crea
To Isabella's relief, Hudson came rushing out of his room after hearing the crash and so did their parents. They all rushed outside to the place where Isabella had seen the motorcycle and its rider. They froze seeing Weston lying with his motorcycle, unable to move."Wes? What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Asked his mom, panicking at the sight of him. He was sitting on the road with the motorcycle lying a few feet away."Wait, honey. People are sleeping, " said their dad. He and Hudson rushed towards Weston who was staring at Isabella as she stood frozen watching him with a horrified expression on her face."Have you broken any bones, Wes?" Asked Hudson. Weston shook his head."No, just a sprain may be," he shrugged. The
"You're overreacting Weston. Gordon's my friend. He saved my life. Just having a few of my pictures doesn't prove anything. Why should he be obsessed with me? You're just jealous, " she pointed out and Weston looked offended."You don't believe me, do you?" He asked, looking hurt."What you're saying is baseless, Weston. He'll remain my friend forever and nothing more, " she reassured him."But you can be careful around him, can't you?" Reasoned Weston, looking frustrated."I don't need to, Weston, " she shrugged. Weston's jaws clenched with fury."It's late Isabella. Go to sleep. I'm fine," he said, not looking at her. Isabella looked at him with concern.
"What a pleasant surprise, Wes, " greeted his dad, hugging him. "Did you grow taller?" Asked his dad with a smile."And fatter too," added Isabella with a shit-eating grin on her face. Weston looked offended."I'm not fat, it's all muscle, see?" He said, flexing his biceps and patting his abs, surely hiding a six-pack underneath his tee-shirt. "But why are you still a dwarf?" He grinned, teasing her."I'm.not.a.dwarf," muttered Isabella. "I've grown two inches tall," said Isabella, proudly. Their parents laughed at their antics and walked towards the table. Weston's eyes took in Isabella from head to foot. He could see that she had grown considerably from the last time he saw her. Her breasts had grown bigger and more rounded than before and looked too perky to be ignored. Her tiny waist and well-formed
There was a shocked silence all-around at Weston's declaration. Isabella stood looking guilty as she felt that she was the cause of this ongoing fight. Gordon fumed more at his contender. He had guessed it before that Weston had feelings for his girl and hence felt the urgency to make her his at the earliest."Are you out of your mind, Weston? How can you have feelings for your own sister?" Said a shocked David Gray as he released Weston, his expression showing how furious he was with him. His mom too scowled at him and Weston then realized what he had unconsciously done. He had unknowingly initiated the war that was looming ahead sometime in the future."Isabella isn't my sister, dad. Are we blood-related?" Asked Weston earnestly."Even if you aren't blood-related, Weston, she's your sister. You c
The next morning Isabella was better physically but inwardly she was heartbroken. She got ready for school as usual and her dad dropped her off. She hadn't said a word since morning apart from answering her parents about her health. Her mom noticed that she was exceptionally down but she tried to ignore it. She knew that Isabella would be normal with time."Isa, " called Emma excitedly seeing her best friend near her locker. "I'm sorry, girl, I couldn't make it to your birthday party last night. Mom wasn't well and she needed me," said Emma apologetically. Isabella didn't respond. She was lost far away, her eyes were unfocused as she stood near her locker. "Isa? Are you okay?" Asked Emma with concern. She shook Isabella to bring her to her senses.Isabella stared at her. "What?" She asked with a lost expression on her face.