Fifteen Part 4
Sometimes I think the worst part of being fifteen is my inability to control my thoughts.
Back when I was younger and I started to have sexual thoughts I was able to stop them. I could think of something else, or just push them away and I'd be fine.
Of course that's not how my thoughts work at fifteen.
At the moment I'm sitting on my bed Indian style trying to concentrate on my math homework, something that I usually find simple, but I find myself unable to do so.
And why is that? Well of course my seventeen year old step-brother, Ferb Fletcher.
Ferb is lying down on his bed reading a book, stretched out like an Adonis, his shirtless chest on full display because for some reason Ferb has decided that shirts are useless pieces of clothing. Seriously, it's not even hot in our room, like, at all.
I should be doing my math homework, but instead I keep sneaking looks at him, trying to ignore the feelings that I get when I do so.
He really is gorgeous. His green eyes are sca