روايات وقصص ضمن He Was My Brothers Best Friend

Matthew was Scott's best friend. He had been Scott's best friend for years before I ever had a real conversation with him, and Scott was my brother, and this was Scott's wedding weekend, and there were going to be family members and old friends arriving at this resort today, people who had known all of us for years, and somewhere among all of that I was going to have to stand in the same room as Matthew and behave as though last night had not happened.

I stared at the screenThen another message appeared. Because if you stay… I swallowed. The final message arrived. I might lose my brother, but I'm not going to lose my best friend too.

I took my tray to the far side of the pig. Furniture. Kitchen. Home by nine. I recited it like a rosary and topped off ice nobody needed. It held until seven, when my brother — my brother, who loves me, who held my hand at the ER when I was nine, who has never once in his life left well enough alone — put one arm around Marcus's shoulders and steered him across the entire yard, through the string-light glow, past the domino table, directly to Duane. "BRO." Marco, glowing, presenting. "You gotta meet this guy. Marcus — Duane. Duane — Marcus. Mari's Marcus."

It was truly heartfelt and heart-breaking. "Three days ago, I lost my best friend, my brother, the person I always ran to whenever I was in trouble or self-conflict. Not once had he turned me down. His door was always open for me. He listened to me with great care and love. He was everything I could ever wish for in a brother.

I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah. "Olivia has always been a nerd Sean," his best friend since they were babies in diapers decided to add his unwanted comment into our conversation. "A bore." If anyone annoyed me more than my brother did, it would be his best friend Sean Walker. His hazel green eyes danced around with laughter as he looked me over. Co-captian of the schools football team, local man whore who can't keep his dick inside his pants, all of those things apply to my brothers best friend. He is so full of himself that he makes my blood boil.

I explained. "Plus," I added, "The only friend I actually ever had was my little brother, he was annoying as hell yeah but he was all I actually had. We used to do everything together, until he died", I said reliving the memory of his head falling off his body. I shuddered at the thought. "Hey it's okay, you have me", he said sweetly. Awwwwn... this man is so nice... Goshhhh. I smiled. "Thanks Martins, that means so much to me", I said.

“He’s my best friend. Like an older brother to you. I remember you saying you always wished you had a brother. See, I made that happen. He protected you like a older brother, didn't he?” I nodded. He smiled.

Guys want to be us. Austen Cooper. The man snoring next to me. Is my childhood best friend. The guy I went skating with for the first time. The boy I went to middle school with. Played sports with. Laughed with. Pulled pranks on our parents together. We spent every second together. And after my brother. He was there for me every step of the way. He’s the Chandler to my Joey. My drinking buddy. My teammate. My brother. He’s the person I share everything with. He’ll be my best man at my wedding, that’s guaranteed.

I'd miss home, no matter how boring, its peace and tranquillity can't be seconded. I'd miss Henry, he was my best friend—he had always been all through the years, through thick and thin, bickers and silly fights. Every memory I cherished had him in it. Somehow, he managed to grow taller than I was in the blink of an eye which makes me sometimes forget I was two years older. I didn't need a soothsayer to know how precious of a relationship I had with my brother, and I loved it.

Since he could be so bland and hoarse with me, I could play that game. If he was going to stand here and judge me, right after playing his important role in all of this, I was going to show him that two could play that game. I had just lost my best friend. It was nothing compared to a sibling but perhaps when she was all I had, she had to mean something. My pain had to mean something. “So what was going on?”