The Search

The ride home was quiet, mother finally starting to calm down. I can tell she's grateful for my mood change. Mother was one of those people who didn't handle pressure well; her younger son had a broken arm and her oldest son was in a bad mood. She can finally breath easy, knowing the worst is over.

"What's got him in such a good mood?" whispers my brother. From the corner of my eye, I see mother shrug.

"Why are you in a good mood?" he asks.

"I've always been in a good mood," I answer. Much to my annoyance, I see my mother suppressing her giggles. My brother, Joseph, rolls his eyes, clearly not believing me. I feel a stab of jealousy as I look into his blue eyes. Despite only being thirteen, his good looks surpass my own. His fair skin and dark hair made his blue eyes shine. While my genetic brown eyes seemed to blend in with my tan skin. My shaggy brown hair brushing my ears.

"So you're not going to tell me," he says after a moment.

"Guess not," I shrug, not letting him ruin my mood. The memory of Naomi still fresh in my mind, making me smile every time I think of her. This is definitely love. I just hope she feels the same. The confusing feelings resonate within my heart, yearning just to see her again. I have to find her. I have to tell her how I feel.

"Oh, Naomi, please don't think I'm a stalker..." I sigh.

"Who's Naomi?" my mother says with a sly smile. "I heard you say her name at the hospital. Does my little heartbreaker have a girlfriend?"

"I'm not a heartbreaker," I protest.

"Say that to your ex-girlfriend," Joseph adds.

"She broke up with me," I point out.

"Well, whoever this Naomi girl is, she sure is lucky," mother smiles. She's giving me one of her embarrassing mom smiles.

"More like I'm the lucky one," I mutter, half to myself.

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"Naomi?" he says, letting the name roll off his tongue. Running his hand through close-cropped, black hair. His dark eyes looking at me skeptically. "You're definitely a stalker."

"I'm not trying to be, Carlos," I admit, still focused on the video game we were playing. Sitting next to him, his cologne is almost overpowering, but the girls at my school loved it. Carlos was the kind of guy that other guys didn't like; simply because their girlfriends flirted with him. He never flirted back, just smiled politely. Though, regardless of other people's opinion, he's my best friend.

"You're telling me you love this Naomi chick? You just met her..." he says, shaking his head.

"I know, I sound crazy," I sigh.

"You're trying to find her, right?" Carlos asks. I nod. "What are you going to say to her when you find her?"

"I'm going to tell her how I feel," I gulp, already feeling the pressure.

"She's going to call the police," he warns. Carlos was always honest, never sugar coating anything.

"I'm willing to take that risk," I announce, knowing I had to tell her. He opens his mouth to reply, but his voice is overpowered by the front door slamming and the voice of his sister.

"Carlos, I'm home," she yells.

"I don't care, stop yelling!" Carlos shouts back. I hear angry stomps and flinch as she flings the door open, her black hair swinging behind her. Her dark eyes blazing with anger.

"Love you too," she sneers sarcastically.

"Don't slam the door, Natalie," Carlos says, indifferent. I watched as they bickered, knowing that even though they fought their bond was strong. My eye drifted to her short, red plaided skirt. She must be cold. Wait... That skirt looks familiar. Who did I see wearing that? The answer exploded in my mind. I remembered who was wearing that exact outfit. Naomi.

"Do you know anyone named Naomi?" I ask Natalie. They stop their petty argument to give me a strange look.

"Red eyes? White hair?" Natalie questions. I nod eagerly. "Yeah, I know her."

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