Chapter 127

I'm not sure Scott would actually pass for normal anywhere else, but yet to me he just always has that gift of blending into crowds. I'm sure with his hair the colour of night now he sure won't be able to do it anymore.

 He looks stunning as I walk into his room to see that he has just woken up, eyes all mudlled and sleepy, and his limbs splayed everywhere across his bed. 

"Will you help me dress up?" I ask and am duly ignored for a good moment. I shake his bed with my leg even though I'm sure it has no effect at all, it seems to get his attention good enough though. 

"Why exactly would I be helping you dress up?" he asks, and I can see the guy from last night is gone. The person in front of me now is called Scott, the same one I have always known, the one who is detached and who would not speak a word to you unless absolutely necessary. 

I arch an eyebrow up at him and he groans. I'm sure he's already regretting telling me anything about his life right about now. Exactly why do you need him to help me dress up??.

I consider telling him my real reasons for this, I want to tell him that I don't want to stand out anymore. I do not want to be the centre of attraction anymore, I want to blend into the background as much as it would allow me and be as inconsequential as a gust of wind.

I know he would disapprove of the action, he would not let me become the social recluse that I sought so dearly to become right now, and so I give him a simpler answer, a simple but honest answer, I find I'm getting good at those. 

"I want to look normal" it seems even that isn't a simple answer in itself, "you're saying you never looked normal before?".

His retort makes embarrasment and painc flow through me, but i realised exactly what Scott wants to do. He wants to make me feel uneasy enough that I would finally give him the real reason why I suddenly seem to have developed an interest in him helping me dress up. 

"Just help a sister out, okay" I say, and he groans as we make our way back to my room. There is still something of an awkward silence between us, but it isn't as awful as I would have liked it to be. Instead it is the sort of comfortable awkward that tells you whatever discussion we had last night is over.

Today is a new day and so new things are expected for this day, no going back to what occured last night. My brother is practically the most predictable person ever in this way, even if you cannot tell what he's going to do the next moment, just know that he's surely going to avoid whatever embarrasses him. 

I get back into my room to see the splayed out form of someone on my bed. Oakley is a rascal.