I want to hold you close
Soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I wanna fucking tear you apart
He’s your stupid, annoying, big brother, all rash decisions and shoot-first-ask-later, cocky smiles and devil-may-care attitude. He eats onions just to stink up the car and piss you off, makes fun of your music and calls you ‘Samantha’ just to get under your skin. He burps in your ear and still thinks putting Nair in your shampoo is the most hilarious thing he’s ever thought up. He’s kind of a sleaze, and he embarrasses you nine times out of ten. Most of the time on purpose. He laughs at his own jokes and has more product in his hair than even Jessica owned. He plays his music too loud and sings off-key in the shower while you’re researching because he knows it annoys you. He fights dirty, and he argues even dirtier. He’s his own worst enemy. He thinks absolutely nothing of himself, throws his own soul away like it’s a dirty rag just to have you back in his arms. You’re his entire world, though he’ll never admit it out loud.
‘No chick flick moments, Sammy.’
But he says it in everything else he does, the way he takes the bed closest to the door, the way he gets your coffee right every morning even though he thinks it’s disgusting. It’s in the way he turns the radio to a station you like when he thinks you’re asleep, the way he still puts himself in front of you on a hunt despite the fact that you’re bigger than he is. It’s in the way his hands pat you down and linger just a little too long like he’s trying to convince himself you’re really okay. He smiles at you, and it twists you up inside. He’s infuriating and obnoxious and gorgeous, and he’s got a heart bigger than the whole damn world.
And he’s absolutely perfect.Thanks. Now I’m crying like a child.
