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The music resounded throughout the stadium, and I watched my sister rock the stage in awe. She was in her natural element, a glow on her face as she sung her heart out. The crowd absolutely loved her though I wasn’t in the least surprised. Roxy is too good not to have millions of people love her. Me, on the other hand, I may as well have been the ugly duckling between the two of us.
I didn’t have the small, petite body that she did. I had curves…maybe too many, although I happened to love my hips. That was one of the things she didn’t have. My bland chestnut-colored hair did nothing in comparison to her platinum blonde hair. I was average, but she was more than that. She turned more heads than I ever could, and it never used to bother me until now.
She was finishing up her set, so I decided to go get something to drink from the vending machine. I was passing by the 5 Seconds of Summer dressing room when I heard my sister’s name. I didn’t want to pry, but my curiousity got the best of me. I paused by the creak in the door.
I heard someone sigh. “All I’m saying is you should go for it. Roxy is hot.” I recognized Michael’s voice.
Calum chipped in, “Too hot for little Ashton here.”
My ears perked up while I tried to understand the context of their conversation. My heart practically jumped through my chest at the thought of Ashton and my sister together. Of course he likes her. I was naïve and stupid to think otherwise. It’s not like he would ever go for a girl like me.
Luke butted in, “No, Ash. She would be perfect for you.”
Michael interrupted him, “Listen to Luke. For once in his life, he’s right.”
I couldn’t bear to hear anymore of their conversation. I didn’t want to acknowledge the sharp pain in my heart. It was like I could hear the faint crack just as their words had ruined every ounce of hope I had.
Ashton and I were not very close. I wasn’t very close with any of the boys, but from the moment I met Ashton…there was something between us. I liked the way he talked with me as if I had his undivided attention. I liked the way he looked at me as if I was the only person in the room. Maybe that was all just something I imagined up in my head.
I sauntered over to the vending machine to get a lemonade. I slipped in my dollar and pressed C4. I waited and waited. The lemonade didn’t come out. I hit it once with the palm of my hand. It still didn’t come out. Suddenly, all the rage and jealousy I felt tumbled out of me. I repeatedly beat the defenseless machine, not caring about the damn lemonade anymore. All that I could think of was Ashton and my sister. My sister and Ashton.
I turned around to see Ashton with an amused expression on his face. I wasn’t in the least bit amused, but I did feel mortified. A tint of red covered the apples of my cheeks. I ducked my head in humiliation.
“The stupid machine ate my dollar, and I can’t get my juice.”
He chuckled. “I’ll get it.”
He tapped on the left side of the machine once and the right side once. Then my lemonade popped right out. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
“Thank you.” I said somberly, reaching for my drink.
I twirled it absentmindedly in my hand. Then I shifted on the souls of my feet. I couldn’t think of anything to say since nothing seemed right.
“Are you alright?”
I nodded. “I’m fine.”
I looked up to see him quickly mask his confusion with a smile. “I’m glad the two of you are here. The boys and I were just talking about how-“
“About how you like my sister? Yeah, I am well aware. What do you want? Do you need me to talk to her for you? I’m sorry, but I’m not going to.” I snapped.
He raised his hands in surrender. “Woah, Y/N. I was just going to say- You know what, never mind.”
I immediately felt like an ass for shouting at him especially since it was not his fault that I was conflicted with my own issues. It wasn’t Roxy’s fault either.
“I’m sorry, Ashton. I didn’t mean to snap on you.”
I gazed at him for awhile. He looked genuinely concerned. I decided to indirectly tell him what was bothering me. Maybe he would finally get it.
“Have you ever felt jealous of one of the boys?”
He shook his head. “Not really, no. I’ve always admired Michael’s boldness with his hair. But other than that, I’ve never been jealous of any of them.”
I laughed. “Oh.”
“Is this about Roxy?”
I hesitated, “Never mind. It’s so stupid.”
He took my hand, and I felt goose bumps rise up the entirety of my arm. “That isn’t stupid. Besides, you have no reason to be jealous of her. You’re so beautiful.”
I smiled at his shocked expression as if he wasn’t supposed to say that. “Thanks, I guess.”
“You should know something else.”
I smirked. “What’s that?”
“I know your sister gets a lot of attention, but I have no feelings for her. We are strictly platonic. To be honest, you’re the one I want.”