Chapter 230

I had actually expected that it would be easier at this point for Scott to continue, but yet he wears something of an hesitant look, an hesitant look that tells me that he isn't really comfortable with what we are doing.

"Are your emotions really that bad, or is it horrible?" I ask him and he simply gives me something of a shy smile. To anyone else who heard that it would have seemed like I was deliberately picking on my brother, but yet I simply just want to know what he's going through.

I simy want to know what he feels and he is so excellent at doing, but I'm guessing that my new attitude is surprising to him. This new side of me that simply wants to know each and every part of his life, and I actually pat myself on the back for that a bit, at least I know that I am now actively involved.

I am actively getting involved with the life of my younger brother, a younger brother who is supposed to be my top priority because he's practically the last person I would want to see hurt.

"My emotions aren't bad" he says a little bit tired, and I wonder why that is.

"You don't feel comfortable talking about it then?" I ask him and he nods his head.

"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it, you can simply decide not to bring it up, you can talk about anything else, anything that is comfortable for you".

He seems to consider this for a moment and then he nods his head like he will be obedient and, I simply smile at myself at this. If there's one thing that I've noticed about Scott, it is that he simply takes the wrong way each and every time, well it isn't strong as much as it is unusual and I wonder what he's going to bring up.

We sit in silence for a while and then he raises an impatient eyebrow at me "aren't you guys going to ask me questions?" He says and my eyes fly wide open as I remember that that is actually the rules of the game.

We ask a question and then he gives us an honest answer. I look so Oakley, wondering why she hasn't said anything since, she simply looks at the both of us, and that look in her eyes tells me that she doesn't want to interfere in whatever is going on. I shoot her a glare.

"I'm not the only one who played this game you know, you also have a right to ask him anything?".

Her eyes practically light up at this moment and with the mysterious smile that is on her face, you would know that Scott was totally dead. He was doomed and there was no helping him again at this point now that I had involved Oakley. The smile on her face is one of utter delight, as a million questions will probably be going to her head now, a million questions which are bound to make Scott uncomfortable. Ughhhh.