Novel & Cerita My Brother My Friend

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

“Wait… he’s Rick?” “Yeah,” Frederick laughed. “That’s him.” She stared at me like the floor had dropped out. I shrugged lightly. “She knows me as Denver. Full name’s Ricky Denver Chui.” Her lips parted in pure shock. “You two know each other?” Frederick asked, brow furrowing. Before she could answer, I jumped in. “Old connection. I’ve been friends with her brother since high school days back in Mom’s province. Mutual friends, that’s all.” “Ohhh,” he said, a tiny edge of possessiveness creeping in. “Didn’t know.”

As my brother disappeared from our sight, I turned to my friend and smiled widely. “Finally! I can sleep over at your condo! My annoying brother is finally gone, gosh.” “You're really mean to your brother,” my friend said. I smiled broadly at what she said. “Yiee, are you defending him? Really, bestie? Did you just give brother a chance or are you back together? It's so intense, it seems like it's natural. Why not just tell him that you're back together?”

I have the best brother in the world. End

Brother R: Let is cease, sweety. In the end, friendship will win over anything. I smiled. He never failed to make me feel good. I thanked heaven for giving me such a wonderful older brother. Though, he's not really my brother. Me: Thanks, bro. It helps me a lot. :) After I sent my message, I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes. Maybe I needed some rest. But before I let myself fall asleep, I read his last reply.

My fiercely private, heavily guarded brother, who never cared about my college life and actively ignored my friends, had sent a single, terrifyingly out-of-character question: “Is your friend awake?”

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

Her boyfriend dumped her after just three days. He said, "C'mon Morticia, I only dated you because of your brother. He's hot, famous, and hard to approach. I thought dating you would get me closer to him, but he hates me. So, goodbye, Nerdy." She also recalled overhearing a friend insult her behind her back. "Are you really that clueless? I only befriended you because I have a crush on your brother. Just seeing him makes me wet. I thought being close to you would get me close to him, but I was wrong. He doesn't even notice me."

“Big difference.” I smirk because it’s easier than admitting she’s right. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of pretending Mia Reynolds is just Noah’s little sister. The kid who used to steal my fries and punch me in the arm when I called her squirt. Except she stopped being a kid somewhere between high school graduation and now, and every time she walks into a room I have to remind myself she’s off limits. Noah’s off limits. Best friend code. Blood oath shit. But tonight the code feels paper thin.

“Showtime, brother.” Brother. Yeah. That was what mattered. My brother.