Yesterday, my little sister confessed to me that she is in love with her bestfriend, Vernon. The two, who shared the same age, have been friends since young, and though I am 5 years older than them, it is right to say that I somehow watch them grow.

“Oh? Big sis, hello?” Vernon greeted me when he went inside our home.

“Hello Vernonie. My little sister isn’t here,” I reported. “She went to the library to borrow some books.”

Vernon breathing out for a second, he uttered, “Ah yeah. Then I’m gonna wait for her.” He jolted forward the couch and sit beside me. The Tv is on and we are both watching on a show I rarely watch. “Do you want me to change the channel?” I flung a question and he quickly declined with a, “No. To be honest, I’m not really watching. Just chilling here, hehe,” he spoke gently with a giggle.

This kid is a guy I respected so much. He is innocent, gentle, well-mannered, kind, smart and responsible. No wonder why my sister fell in love with him. And I am rooting for them. Having this kind of bro-in-law is such a privilege. I know he won’t ever hurt my sister if they end up together.

‘I hope Vernon will confess to her someday,’ having these thought in my mind, I stood up. “Juice or coffee?”

“Juice,” he spoke in slow pace while looking at my face. I gave him a smile before stepping into the kitchen. Mom and dad are at work, and because it’s weekend, I usually was left alone with my sister. Unlike those adventurous friends of mine, I rather stay at home and chill down. Vernon and my sister are on the opposite side; they’ll love to travel, to go shopping, to learn new things outside and to eat delicacies everywhere. So I think, Vernon came here because they made a plan for today.

“Big sis,” I heard his voice coming behind my back.

Without looking, I answered, “wait a minute Vernon. Your juice is almost fi-”

“(y/n).”

‘He called me in my name.’ I was lost in thought when I heard him calling me in unusual way. So I remained wordless for quite a while.

“(y/n),” he uttered again in a throaty voice. I was about to turn around, but Vernon suddenly gave me a back hug which made my eyes rounded in confusion. I dropped my gaze towards his arms around my waist; he is tightening his grip.

‘Is he having a serious problem? Did my sister and Vernon have a fight? If they did, hugging me is still unreasonable. We’re adults now!’ I reeled in my head. Blinking swiftly as if I feel dumbfounded, I responded, “What’s wrong with you Vernon? You can’t hug this big sis of yours like that. Kindly put your hands away.”

Vernon then put his chin above my shoulder and answered, “Big sis, what should I do? I think, I already in love with you.”

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