Chapter 4 - New Thoughts

Turning around I meet the eyes of my older sister. She took most of her looks from my father— at least when it comes to the color of her hair— with long dark brown hair that reached all the way down to her hips.

If it wasn't for the twins having different colored hair it would be quite hard to tell them apart. Not that they haven't tried tricking us anytime they feel like it.

Especially when both of them had the same slim frame— with a body that could easily make them a model.

Which they were— models for an online publishing company that was run by witches as a cover.

They were quite famous I might add— and they loved throwing that fact around.

"Hello, sis," I replied with a smile as I walked over to her. We may not be as close as I was with my father— but we talked about everything together.

The twins were the only ones in the house that came close to understanding how I felt— they were after all young witches once.

We are so close in fact— that they were the first ones to realize I was into girls— even before I did I may add. I would never agree with some of the things they have done, nor do I like how they cause my father issues; but I loved them— our relationship was weird like that.

"Meet any new girls? Someone to play with maybe?~" She said with a cheeky little smile decorating her face— as she moved closer to me. Walking around my body like a shark hunting for a meal.

"Behave, it's the first day, I didn't meet-" My words paused for a brief second as an image flashed across my mind. An image of a girl with ocean blue eyes staring up at me with her trained features.

I quickly snapped out of the thought and answered my sister, "I didn't meet anyone of such." It was clear she noticed my sudden pause— and like any older sister would she instantly took that as a sign of something to latch onto and tease.

"Come now it seems like my baby sister is all grown up, lying to her big sis." She said with a smirk— bumping her shoulder into mine playfully.

I groaned in reply and moved away from her towards where the boxes were in order to help out as I promised. As I did this I spoke once more, "You're so annoying— I didn't meet anyone, jeez."

She didn't say anything in reply and just laughed— leaving the room to go about doing whatever she was doing before I came home.

I on the other hand went on with helping my father sort out the boxes, he had overheard the conversation and said, "If you really did meet someone that would be good." In a caring tone— because he knew I don't often get into relationships.

"Ignore her dad, I really didn't meet anyone interesting," I said with a smile to get him to drop the topic— while I loved the care— I just can't deal with that topic right now.

"Alright alright." He said with a soft laugh— then went back to sorting out the boxes— which I helped him with naturally.

Sorting the boxes would take a while— we had tons of things to take out and sort— and that wasn't even mentioning the individual boxes of our things.

Hours passed and we didn't even finish all the boxes, it was getting so late that my father decided to stop for the day and take a break. "Let's stop for today, thanks for the help. We should finish this by tomorrow."

I nodded to what he said and decided to head to my room and finally check it out, "I'm going to take a shower and rest in my room." I said as I headed up the stairs— all that unpacking had made my body sweaty which wasn't fun.

Heading into my room and glanced around it. This wasn't the first time I've seen the room— I saw it before when we came to check out the house— this was however the first time I've seen the room in its new layout.

With dark purple wallpaper and black curtains— it differently blocked the light from coming in— keeping the room dimly lit. Which I liked.

The room itself was quite large— I wouldn't call it massive— but it was enough to easily fit my large king-size bed— along with a closet, desk, and even a small couch.

It was basically my own little living room and bedroom in one— which would make it hard for me to want to leave it.

"Too bad it doesn't have a bathroom," I said with a sigh as I looked around for some clothing. The room not having a shower doesn't change the fact that I needed to shower— so taking out a set of short black pants and a white T-shirt I headed to the shower.

A quick shower felt so good to the skin— washing off all the muck and sweat that had gathered from the day was quite refreshing.

All that walking around in the sun along with sorting items from the boxes had really made me sticky.

After taking a quick shower I dried my skin and decided to lay down for the rest of the day— hunger had yet to creep onto me so I didn't feel like eating anything right now.

As I lay there in my resting clothes— I looked up at the ceiling my thoughts ran wild with many things. From how my first day of school went— to the way the town was— but most importantly— it landed on the thought of those ocean blue eyes.

Something about those eyes kept me thinking about it— they kept making me think back to the first thought I had when I saw them— how beautiful they were.

But that was nonsense. It was just some girl I met for the first time— I've seen countless girls that looked similar or even better— why would this one be any different.

Yet those eyes couldn't get out of my head.