My Best friend's Brother

Chapter 14 (The Update)

I stared at the ceiling, silently pondering what happened the past few weeks. And as did, I could only form one question.

When did my life become so complicated?

It's funny to think before, Mitch, before the baby, before Nick, before Aden, before everything, I was just a girl that had an insane best friend and crappy parents. And now, there is just so much drama. I can't help but think is all this drama truly worth it? In the end, what is going to happen?

The more I thought, the angrier I got. I realized I completely lied when I told Kylie everything was going to be fine. Because it isn't. She's going to be a mom. I don't think she realizes the responsibility that comes with that. As much as I would love to be called 'Aunt Michelle', I think the best thing for that baby is adoption or abortion. Those are touchy subjects and I'm not sure how I can voice my opinion to Kylie without her exploding. How do you tell your best friend that you think she'd make a terrible mom?

Kylie is not the victim here. She made the decisions that brought her here. She should've waited for the right guy. I don't feel bad for Mitch either. You know who I feel bad for? Bryan. He loves Kylie so much and it's so obvious. And Mitch and him have been friends since forever. As soon as Bryan finds out he's going to lose the two people closest to him.

"What are you thinking about Beautiful?" Nick asked coming into my room and laying on my bed next to me. I opened my mouth to respond but sadly, I had to lie.

"Do you remember that time we all went to the beach?" I whispered quietly, referring to an old memory. I glanced over at Nick and I saw him smiling, also looking at the ceiling.

"Of course I do," He replied moving so he was laying on his side now. "That was like, in eighth grade, wasn't it?" He asked. I nodded, mirroring his position.

"I was so determined to not get my hair wet-"

"And I threw you in." He finished, smirking like the cocky son of a bitch he is. I rolled my eyes and reached over to my night stand, turning on the radio. Lana Del Rey's, Young and Beautiful, blared through.

"That was a good memory. I hated you then for it, but it's funny now," I said. Nick replied with a smile and I quietly sung the chorus of the song. "Will you still love me when I'm no longer, young and beautiful?"

"Yes, I will. But, you'll always be beautiful to me Michelle." Nick whispered. I looked at him, confused for  moment and that's when I realized he was responding to the song. I couldn't help but smile as I leaned in to kiss him. The kiss started slow, and passionate, but Nick slowly crawled on top of me.

As the innocent kiss progressed into a not so innocent kiss, clothes were quickly coming off. After a few minutes the only thing that was left were our pants, and things were getting heated. As I kissed Nick's neck he quickly pulled away. I sat up, feeling embarrassed I pulled my blanket over my chest.

"D-did I do something wrong?" I stuttered. Nick smiled looking down at his hands.

"No," He mumbled quietly. I went to say something but he cut me off. " I love you. I've known for a long time. You always saw me as such an asshole, but I did all those things to get your attention. I even dated Katie to make jealous," He paused letting out a small laugh. He ran a hand through his hair as I stared at him. "I knew for so long, I just was too nervous to ever act on it," He paused again, looking up at me, "I really do love you, Michelle." I couldn't do anything but stare at him. He was so genuine and it shocked me. I, Michelle Smith, had made the baddest player fall in love. And I had fell for him too.

"I love you too." And with that Nick connected our lips.

And that was last thing I thought before our pants came off.

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What do you say to someone after you had sex? Like, 'Good job'? Or 'Thank you'? 'Thank you for your services'? No, I wished I would've said one of those. Instead I ended up saying,

"That was... Nice." And Nick, he laughed pretty hard. I felt awkward thinking that I had just screwed my best friends brother, but I didn't regret it. I love Nick and like him, I knew for a long time.

It's weird to think that I'm no longer a virgin. I feel like everyone knows, when in reality only Nick and I were aware.

I think the best part was knowing Nick loved me. After so many fights, laughs and so many memories he was finally mine.

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"Hey Kylie, how're you feeling?" I asked as I walked into her house, sitting on her couch. It's been about four hours since Nick and I had sex and I haven't been able to look at him without blushing.

"I'm fine," She said with a fake smile, her eyes glued to the T.V.

"Nick went for a run. How are you really?" She looked at me with tired eyes.

"Scared." She mumbled. I leaned over and hugged her as she sighed.

Nick's POV:

I couldn't help but smile as I ran. I finally told Michelle that I loved her and she feels the same. And despite her lack of experience, she did pretty damn well in bed. I felt almost honored to be the one to take her virginity. But it wasn't like we were 'having sex' no, we were making love.

My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket. My smile faded as I read the text.

My whole day was perfect until one damn text message.

PLEASE GO READ

WELCOME HOME

IT'S ONLY ONE CHAPTER PLEASE GO READ IT.

Here is a piece from Welcome Home:

It's difficult to say whether or not fate had anything to do with my kidnapping. I was a person who believed that there was a logical explanation for everything and anything. So if being kidnapped was explanatory why am I sitting in complete darkness mulling over the same damn question?

Why?

Why today? And why this time and place? Why.... Me? What could I have possibly done that put myself in this position? Granted, I did go looking for Jolene. But what if Daisy had let her out a minute earlier? Could this whole mess been avoided?

It's interesting to try and describe how I feel. Emotionally, the only word that can describe it, is shock. Like the shock you feel when you jump into a freezing pool. Although the feeling is similar, it is not the same. It's a shock I cannot describe. Along with shock, you get fear. I was fearful of the unknown, like so many others. It's kind of like being afraid of the dark. You have no idea what to expect. Unfortunately, I was surrounded by both.

Despite the feeling and the emotions, the ultimate question still remains. Why? If this was an act of God, what does he have in store for me? If this is an act of fate, what is my destiny?

If being kidnapped had a logical meaning to it, why can I not figure it out?