Looking back, it wasn’t about Chloe being “hot.” It was about her treating me like a person, not just a kid. She showed up, she was kind, and she confused every teenage hormone I had into something almost tender.
So here’s to the sister’s hot friend. You don’t end up with her. But you do end up learning how you want to be seen—and how you want to see others. mysitershotfriend
“See you around, little brother,” she said, ruffling my hair. Looking back, it wasn’t about Chloe being “hot
And yeah. You also learn to make a mean cup of coffee. You don’t end up with her
Her name was Chloe. She was my older sister’s college roommate, and when their sublet fell through in June, my mom—bless her oblivious heart—said, “Of course she can stay in the guest room.” What my mom didn’t realize was that Chloe wasn’t just my sister’s friend . She was, in the most devastating, inconvenient way possible, *my sister’s hot friend.