Shameless Flirting and CDs -- Short Story 37

                                    

                                          
Shameless Flirting and CDs -- Short Story 37
                          
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I stood back and watched as my twin sister flirted- both effortlessly and shamelessly- with a group of boys who didn't seem to mind her being at least two years younger then them. They gave her looks that told me they only wanted some harmless fun. 
                          
So did my sister.
                          
I rolled my eyes as I looked away from the disgusting scene playing out in front of me. It happens every time the two of us go out anywhere. She shamelessly flirts with a boy (or a group of them) and I'm left to patiently wait for her. 
                          
Every. Single. Time.
                          
It's exhausting. I mean, we're twin sisters for crying out loud! Of course I don't receive- or even want- the attention Brooklyn gets. She's an A  Barbie doll while I'm not. Given that she's dyed her hair so many times, I almost forgot it's suppose to be the same colour as mine. 
                          
Isn't that how it usually is though with twin sisters? One is dramatically trying to change the fact the they have a double by caking on make-up and dying and re-dying their hair. I'm pretty sure most twin girls go through that at least once. I'm almost positive.
                          
Or maybe I'm just hoping that my life is just as normal as anyone else's. 
                          
I adjusted my headband and moved my braid so that it hung down my back. I won't tell you that Brooklyn is way prettier than me (because she's not), we're just different versions of pretty. That's how I like to think of it anyways. I'm sure Brooke would love to disagree that without make-up and dresses, I'm no where near her level.
                          
I glued my eyes to my phone screen as I listened to her giggle her way into the boys next summer fling. When I glanced up from checking my Twitter, a boy caught my eye. That doesn't happen often. 
                          
His dark brown -almost black- hair was covering his forehead and just the tops of his eyes. From what I could see, his eyes were just about as dark as his hair. He was tall, not too beefy, but definitely not scrawny. As I stared more, I checked out his t-shirt. It was from a recent concert that I wanted to go to, but wasn't able too. 
                          
He was only a few metres from me, standing by one of the food court tables. His attention turned and his eyes focused in my general direction. I averted my stare and looked back down at my phone. After a long mental battle with myself, I decided to see if he was still standing there.
                          
My eyes seemed to catch his as a small smirk formed on his lips. Shocked and slightly embarrassed, I had to look away from him. I pretended to be reading something on my phone to keep from looking back up.
                          
"See you, guys!" My sister giggled again. I caught her flashing her signature smile as the boys walked away. She came back over to me with her phone in hand- she obviously had just exchanged numbers with the group of idiots. 
                          
"Ready to shop now, Kylee?" Brooke stood with her hands on her hips. Her cheeks were still a faint pink from the attention she had just received and her dress was going wrinkly at the bottom from her constantly touching it while flirting. 
                          
"Guess so." I mumbled a few other things, but she didn't hear them. 
                          
Or chose not too.
                          
Laughing and smiling to draw attention to herself, I followed Brooke as we headed for the next store. We walked right past where the cute boy I saw had been. From the corner of my eye, I still saw him standing there as we passed by. He might have been staring a little.
                          
"Poor guy," Brooklyn whispered in my ear after passing him, "I feel bad."
                          
"For who?" I didn't want to seem as if I had noticed him. She tends to go after guys I like.