here we go again.

we went at the mall, alone this time. I can't lie so I admit it; I like spending time alone with him, it was funny but relaxing at the same time. I was happy knowing that I already had such a strong bound with the one that should've been (SHOULD'VE) my host brother for the next two years.

but fuck, if it was difficult to keep calm around him. either because I liked him for a lot, since he was a celebrity, but also because he was so dry that it made me mad most of the times.

I mean, having a celebrity as your 'host brother' must be nice. That's what I thought for the first 5 mins on that side of my life. but hell nah, if it wasn't. just imagine being stalked by everyone just cause of him, people keep asking you for his snapchat account even though in every bio of his there's literally written "I do not have a Snapchat account". but mostly, just imagine people asking if you two were dating.

you just had to pretend to be disgusted by the mere thought of it, cause you couldn't just smile, or it would've been obvious. and people would've thought you'd be weird if only you liked your host brother.

I mean, I think that too, maybe. but I'm not either adopted nor his biological sister. so, what could've been the matter?

I tell you. It would've just been weird. and if we'd ever broken up, the whole family would've been messed up. So I had to oppress my feelings for him; I clearly had to.

I just washed all the thoughts out of my mind when I noticed walker was rambling about something, and I barely listened to some of what he said.

"so? what you think." he just asked, he seemed serious about it. hell, why was I even thinking in the first place? WHY AM I THINKING EVEN NOW? I should just give him a goddamn answer.

"uh, yeah. I think you're right?" I said, trying not to make it too obvious that I was clearly so confused.

"I know I am." he said, I sighed of relief. He didn't get me, at least this time. I'm scared that if it'll ever happen again he'll cut my head off. but I'm sure he loves me way too much to do that anyways.

we walked into the supermarket, we had to buy something for dinner, since I just remembered 'our' family wasn't home. and then, the aftersun to cover those burns. I just know that heather will kill both of us.

"alright, what do you want for dinner?" I asked, he bursted out laughing in my face. I had a straight line instead of my mouth; I know what he was laughing about.

"you? cooking? hell nah. you know I saw your introduction and I'm NOT letting you cook, scarly" he said. ugh, I hate him.

"you know what? I just found a new nickname for you, walkys" I said, snorting. I hate him.

"well, that means, wal + kys? it means kill yourself? that's not very nice of you, lil sis" he said laughing even more at the nickname.

just the mere thought of being called 'lil sis' by walker made me gag. hell nah, I'm not letting him call me that. "do not call me that. that's disgusting" I just said, and walked away to take our kart and put all the groceries in it.

"anyways, we can cook something frozen too. nothing that has to do with fire or shit like that" I told him, pointing out the obvious like always. I'm not the smart one I told myself, but surely smarter than walker.

"yeah, uh, hot dog maybe?" he asked. I shook my head as no.

"ugh, I hate taste of wrustels." I said, clearly not as happy as him.

"I knew you're a picky eater, but not this picky, bro" he just said, trying to look for something else to eat. well yeah, I did say I was a really picky eater in my introduction.

"well, how about you choose then?" he told me, clearly not satisfied by my answer and by the fact I wasn't helping him in any way.

"pancakes. with strawberries." I just said. it was my favourite food, yeah, but I didn't even think he'd consider them, since I think he would've liked a real dinner. not just some sweets here and there.

"well, maybe for dessert, but that's surely not a dinner" he answered, like I thought.

"mh..how about we just take a pizza here at the mall then?" I said. he immediately nodded "or maybe just raising canes. I always wanted to try it but never had the bravery to do so. what you think?"

"YOU NEVER TRIED RAISING CANES?? OH GOSH NO!" he said. I laughed at his behaviour. He was starting to grow on me, I could see that; he was opening more, and was becoming less dry than before.

"yeah I knoww, let's just take it home after we're done with groceries, then" I told him. he looked me and said

"why? can't we eat it here?" he said, I smirked and looked at him, already preparing my big ass laugh.

"oh nothing" I started "just wanted to see toy story 4, you know." I said, couldn't keep it anymore and started laughing the shit out of me.

"YOU BASTARD DON'T EVEN DARE!!" he said, he took it personally. poor boy.

"why nott? could be a great date" I said jokingly, he changed face, ready to make fun of me.

"well, I wouldn't mind a date tho.." he said along with a fake wink. I slapped his cheek and I scolded him like I would do to a dog.

he kept back a smile. He was cute; I admit it. Did I still have a crush on him? yeah, I had it for one year straight so now it would be weird if I didn't. Would I date him? maybe only after the Erasmus. I don't want any type of problems while I'm here. While I'm his 'little sister'.

after taking the aftersun and even the sunscreen, we took some bottles of soda to drink at home, along with the raising canes.

we went home; home sweet home, finally. my feet hurt. I was really used to walk a lot, but walker was literally so fast while he walked. he almost ran when I told him it was the raising canes turn.

He must've been hungry, I could notice his eyes looking at the damn food the whole time. I sighed and laughed. Then took some plates and glasses. I poured the soda in the glass and gave him the plate, full of chicken wings.

Of course he had to take the whole ass cup of sauce too. I thought. let's just hope he doesn't mess everything up. Ugh.

"don't mess it up" I told him, carefully handing him the cup. "either way, heather will kill both of us and burn our bodies" I said, laughing a bit. I was exaggerating. I knew his parents were absolutely kind and understanding towards everything.

"yeah yeah, now let's eat" he said, I snickered a smile under my breath. "well, let's put the film on first" I told him. he sighed in defeat.

"alright! let's just get this over" he said, it was really brave of him. woah, being scared of watching toy story 4 is so so normal.

I put on the film, we ate and drank. It was already 10AM when the film was ended. I helped him getting the aftersun on his burns, so he wouldn't have infected them.

after that, we went in our room. I threw myself in my bed. ugh, it was like a rock, walker's bed was way better, so fluffy.

"I want ya bed" I told him out of nowhere. "you have yours." he just replied. woah, miss dry text is back.

"yours just better." I kept telling him. he got tired and just picked me up, good thing I was already in my pyjama. He placed me in his bed and got underneath the blankets with me.

"now just shut up and sleep, idiot" he told me, cuddling me and turning the light off.

WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED.