My Best Friend's Brother 소설 & 이야기

the brunette says, acid lacing her voice. “The only good thing about her is her hot brother. Adam. I don't understand how they're related to be honest. You know Adam slept with my sister last year, she said it was better than she imagined. Maybe, I'll try to make it to one of their parties, I hear they host a few a semester." "Ewe, isn't that gross? Sleeping with the same guy your sister slept with?"

I was hurt and that feeling stayed with me for a long time. He wasn’t just my brother; he was also my best friend. A lifelong friendship that ended because of a party. I knew the party meant the world to him and he had no idea about what was going on at home with Rock. Knowing Rock was going to be at the party, I couldn’t bring myself to go.

His voice sounds cold and disconnected and it feels like being punched in the gut to see him in so much pain, "I can't do that, best friends don't leave each other when the other one is hurting." My words come out hopeful, hopeful that he would allow me to be there for him right now like we've always been there for one another in the past. A smirk spreads across his face as he drops his arms from my shoulders and clenches his jaw, "Best friends, huh. Well, you know what, best friend. Go back to you're perfect life with my brother and leave me alone," My brows furrow at his words as they slice right through me for some reason.

We’ve agreed mоrе than once nоt tо mееt аgаіn, out оf respect for Blаkе, but the соnnесtіоn bеtwееn us is undеnіаblе. Onе оf uѕ uѕuаllу slips wіth a tеxt оr еmаіl, or wе run into each оthеr bесаuѕе wе’rе bоth ѕо close tо Blаkе. Thаt’ѕ the mаіn рrоblеm. Blake. He’s mу best frіеnd and hеr оvеrlу рrоtесtіvе brother. I know for a fасt hе wоn’t bе hарру tо find out anyone he knows wаntѕ to date hіѕ ѕіѕtеr.

I knew how to be romantic--- OK, perhaps it wasn't my strong suit and I didn't know how to flirt or sweet-talk to save my life, but. How hard could it be? “How the fuck do you know so much about her?” I asked instead and looked at my brother with a frown. “Because my mate is her best friend,” he continued, a small smile creeping across his lips. I’d just opened my mouth to say something when I realized what he had said. “Mate?!” I echoed and gaped in shock at him. My brother - my man-whore of a brother--- had a mate?!

“He’s really depressed, Cam. Not to mention his best friend just died a month ago.” “I’m so sorry,” I said and hugged her. I could see his pain through her. “He quit his job and hasn’t been himself since. Obviously, my parents are pissed at him and are threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t get his act together.” “F*ck them,” I said and she nodded, resting her head on my shoulder. The truth was that I really didn’t give a rat’s ass about this brother of hers who was several miles away and had been the unbearable symbol of perfection for so long, but if his pain bothered my best friend so much, then I had to hide my indifference and be there for her.

So we hit the ground in an ungraceful heap. Why must I run into chaos all the time? “Oh my God…I’m so sorry…” I began, scrambling to push myself up. Then I looked up and froze. His blue eyes met mine. He looked so familiar, too familiar and that was when realization dawned on me. The man underneath me was Dylan Reed, the most popular musician in the country and my best friend's older brother. The boy I hadn’t seen in years. The man who now looked so much different from how I remembered him.

I reply. “Where did you go?” He asks. “Just somewhere” I reply. “Okay, where is that somewhere?” He asks I smile, “I went to spend time with my brother and his wife” I text back. “That’s nice, so when will you be back?” He asks. “Not sure of the exact time, but I’ll be back before 8pm” “Alright, have fun” he replies

Now I'm standing here like an idiot, waiting for Marcus to show up, because apparently I'm incapable of planning ahead. Why didn't I just drive myself? Right. Because Nina said she'd buy me coffee if I rode with her. And I am weak for free caffeine. So here I am. Waiting. And Marcus is probably balls deep in some blonde right now. I don't mean that as an insult. I mean it as a fact. My brother is a man whore. Always has been. Always will be. He dates women the way other people change socks, frequently and without much thought. Another reason Nina can't stand him. She calls him "emotionally constipated." I call him predictable.

That's all friendship defines and I am glad about everything bad happening, I have made a pact with the best people in my life. Jacob was a surprise, but he is like most protective yet the most understanding brother that I could have wished wish for. From worst to best, he was by my side or behind, always having my back. No matter what situation I am in, one thing I knew was, he is just a call away and I am not alone in anything.