Brothers Best Friend Novels & Stories

There's no need to pry my gaze away from the road ahead and check who's calling me because I know who it might be. "Dominic," I say his name before he starts his regular mantra of hellos and how's it going. The guy can be an absolute moron at times, but he's still my best friend. He's as close as a brother, and I couldn't remind him enough how lucky I am to have him in my life. The same goes for Ryder and Vlad, but those two have built their own brotherly bond. Though we're all closer than other families, we still have things we prefer or avoid at times, so in some situations, we're split like rivalry camps but thank God that's not an everyday occurrence.

"You've been my best friend for twenty years. Twenty years. Do you know how many people I've known for twenty years?" "Marco—" I start. "I'm not—" He stops me with a look. Back to Duane. "Do you know how many?" "Three," Duane says. "Three. You, Reiss, and my mother, who doesn't fully count because I didn't choose her." Marco picks up the tostone again. "Twenty years. And you showed up at my window at two in the morning while I was sleeping to throw paper airplanes at my sister and you didn't tell me."

Then there was my best friend who I was madly in love with and the chances of us being together were now closer to impossible since he found out that I had sex with his brother at his family's house. What are you doing, Ava? T. B. C!!

I shoved the phone back into my pocket, Sienna’s voice drifted from inside before I even rang the bell. “Zayne! About time!” I exhaled softly, trying not to let her energy get under my skin. The door swung open, and there she was. Isla. She looked…. lighter. Whatever problem she had from earlier wasn’t gone, not entirely, but the tension in her shoulders had loosened slightly. Her wet hair clung to her face, but she held herself with quiet dignity, her eyes pinned on my face. Did she recognize me? “You’re here,” Sienna said, bouncing on the balls of her feet like a child announcing something exciting. “Zayne, meet my best friend. Isla. Isla, this is the infamous older brother.”

I say and she shakes her head. “Carter will flip out if he finds out I’m having a thing with his best friend, so it’s better not to say anything.” She explains and I raise my eyebrows in question because it sounds absurd, why will he flip out George is his best friend. “Brothers are just very weird about their friends dating their friends bro code and all.”Steph explains further and I nod. “That’s just stupid, if you and George like each other I think you should be together. Everyone deserves to be happy.” I say and she smiles.

“You left us worried while you ran off to fuck your so-called best friend. I don’t know what friendship includes dick rides.” “Last I checked, we weren’t dating then—what’s the problem?” “We weren’t, but you knew how I felt. I just wanted you to get help—instead, you ran to him. Now you expect me to befriend him?” “I never said you had to. Jameis and I are just friends—I’ve told him I only want you. If you want to sulk all night, fine. Drop me home so I can ride my dildo and sleep.”

Richard says, and Fred nods his head. “Yeah, you’re a fucking dinosaur,” he says and I can’t help but laugh as I watch my older brother trying to scold my younger brother. They are ridiculous when they start to pick on each other. But it’s times like these that make me realize I wouldn’t have it any other way. My brothers are the closest friends I have. Besides Benny and Parker, they are the people I know I can count on whenever.

Cade Jennings. My best friend’s big brother. The boy I’ve had a crush on for as long as I can remember. His eyes widen when he takes me in. His pajamas have superheroes all over them. I remember Pippa making fun of them at breakfast a couple of weeks ago. I thought you weren’t supposed to like superheroes anymore now that you’re a teenager? Cade hadn’t batted an eye when he looked down at the heroes. He didn’t care what she thought. He gently tugs on my arm, pulling me into his room and shutting the door behind him.

I needed to explain, to thank them, to tell them I was safe and that I loved them and that leaving them was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I grabbed my phone—the new one Aiden had given me since my old one was evidence in Theo’s murder case—and headed downstairs. I found my brothers in the war room, going over security arrangements for the festival. “I need Tom and Sarah here tomorrow,” I blurted out, before I could allow fear to stop me from speaking. My brothers looked up from whatever they were looking at, clearly startled. Aiden set down the map he’d been studying. “Tom and Sarah are your foster parents, yeah?”

I growl, his collar twists tightly in my fist. “What? It’s not my fault she ended up at 149 out of 150 on the ‘Won’t Smash’ list.” I press him harder to the locker. As he starts to choke, he gasps, “Why are you even mad? You don’t even talk to her.” “She’s my twin sister’s best friend.” My grip tightens. I can see the veins bulging on his forehead. If I squeeze any harder, he’ll pass out. “Really? Because this… looks like more… than that.”