It's Always the Brother's Best Friend (On hold for serious editing)

It's Always the Brother's Best Friend

 Okay I know it's been forever since I posted and now I'm reposting my story. If you people don't hate me at the moment, I have no idea what is wrong with you.

This chapter has minimal changes.

I promise this time I will post more regularly.

Please tell me what you think of the chapter for all you new readers and old readers if you decide to read the story again.

Thanks,

Brittaney xx

Chapter 1

 “Get out! Get out of my room.” I yelled looking desperately for the pair of heels that I swore was on the floor to my left not even two seconds ago. I could hear Damon laughing at my hectic search from where he was standing in my doorway.

 “Come on Els, don't be like that. All I want is a kiss. It can even be on the cheek if that's what you prefer.” Damon said in a flirtatious voice that seemed to work on every other girl except me.

 By now I was beyond angry, I was murderous, and it was aimed at one person in particular, Damon, Damon Hunter. He was the King of man-whores, number one on the 'Player' list, my brother Mitchell's best friend. The man-whore god himself had shaggy brown hair that always fell into his hazel eyes. With his tanned complexion, he stood at around 6”2' and had a six pack that he definitely knew about and knew just how to flaunt it meaning all the girls came running. I finally found the pair of heels that I was looking for, well at least half of the pair as there was only one shoe in sight. It would work for what I had planned and boy oh boy did the shoe have a nice heel on it. Would stick nicely in the middle of his forehead. Sweet! I thought, Most definitely worth running the risk of later ruining the shoe. Oh well, everything had its price. Besides, there are plenty of shoes out there; the world won't miss this pair.

 “Damon,” I yelled “Get the hell out of my room!” I threw the heel at him the same time I yelled room. But of course, Damon being Damon, saw what I was about to do and ran out of my room before the shoe had even got halfway towards its mark. Shame, I thought, It would have hit him square in the face too if he hadn't of moved. The shoe hit the wall just outside my door making my older brother Mitchell poke his head out of his bedroom. His short reddish brown hair slightly ruffled from his shower. His bright blue eyes held confusion as to what the noise was. No one ever believed that Mitchell and I were brother and sister due to the fact that he had red hair and I had a light brown colour that fell to the middle of my back. We may have had around the same complexion, his being slightly darker then my almost white skin, the same blue eyes and almost the same facial features, though he had slightly sharper features then me. It's not my fault that our Dad has red hair along with most of his family. I could see the jerk run around the corner of the hallway that lead to the dining room, as I went to go and pick up the shoe. “Yeah, that's right, and stay out you asshole!” I yelled even though his figure was nowhere in sight anymore. Better not leave the shoe lying around. Wouldn't want anyone to fall and break their necks. Then again if it was Damon...Well, I could leave it out still. I contemplated picking up the shoe when Mitchell spoke up.

 “Ellie,” My brother said in a sigh. “Ple-”

 “No, don't you Ellie me mister. You better put a leash on that friend of yours or I swear to God I will, and he will not like where it goes. He will once and for all lose his player status.” I paused to think about that thought, feeling myself take on a faraway gaze as I visualised Damon losing his precious family jewels and his much loved player status among the girls. “That's a good idea actually. I should go and put that plan into action, it's so much better than my last one. Thanks Mitch for the talk, very productive.” I said having a good feeling about this plan.