Weston peeped inside, his heart thundering in his chest with apprehension. Would she talk to him? He had committed a lot of crimes but he was never so nervous as he was now.
Isabella turned from her closet and her eyes fell upon a fidgety Weston standing inside her room. Her mouth hung open seeing him and not Hudson as she had expected to see.
"Isabella, " started Weston nervously but Isabella whirled around and turned her back to him. She was too hurt by his behavior.
"Go back to your precious Fiona. I've nothing to say to you, Weston, " she told him, her voice hoarse and broken. She wasn't ashamed of it. She was hurting and had cried herself to sleep last night. She had expected Weston to believe her and it hurt when he seemed to trust Fiona more than her.
Weston glared at him with shock. "Did you just hit me?" He gritted out, slapping Hudson back. Hudson held onto his cheek and glared at him."What exactly is going on?" He gritted out."I told you that I just like her. Not as a sister. That's all," Weston barked at him. "She and Gordon were hugging each other. I was jealous and yelled at them. I beat up Gordon and that's it," said Weston. "Nothing else. ""She's forbidden for you Weston. Don't you get it? She's our sister. How the f*ck can you have feelings for her?" Yelled Hudson."She's not related to me by blood. Why can't I have feelings for her? Mind your own business, Hud," warned Weston."What about Fiona? You know she likes you. You know our parents want yo
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