Best Friends Brother

Ch. 1

“Chelsea? Hello?” Faith Green yelled. 

It had been a long day at school and Faith was meeting up with her best friend Chelsea Willow. She wondered through the door using the spare key in the flower pot outside. Faith walked into the Willows’ modern kitchen and admired their stainless steel microwave, stove, and dish washer, the smoothness of the fine granite counter tops and the huge island in the center of the room which inside held the beautiful silver, silverware. 

Faith just sat down at one of the fine oak stools surrounding the island and pulled out a spoon and stared at her reflection. Just like any 16 year old teenager, she hated her appearance. She hated her long, wavy red hair and her piercing baby blue eyes. She hated the dimple in her left cheek and the light freckles that dotted her nose. She just wasn't impressed. 

Faith sighed and was about to put the spoon away when she heard a creek by the entranceway to the kitchen.

Slightly frightened (not that she would ever admit that) pulled out the spoon as a form of defense and called out.

“Hello? Chelsea is that you? Haha very funny Chels, not falling for this old trick again!” 

Faith remembered back a few months ago when Chelsea thought it would be funny to hide in the dish washer. And when Faith went to put her dish away their Chelsea popped out giving her a heart attack.

She shook her head and smiled at the many fond memories she had of her bubbly best friend. 

Just as Faith was about to put the shiny silverware away, the wood floor creaked once again.

 “Hey if anyone’s out there beware, because I have a weapon!” Faith yelled. “I’m also a black belt in karate so you better watch yourself!”

As soon as Faith turned around back to the island she heard more creaking and felt someone enter the kitchen, she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck sticking up. Slowly she turned around and stuck out her spoon and whipped it around the kitchen.

“He-, Ouch!” A voice yelled. “Is that your so called weapon?” The angry voice filled with laughter asked. Faith slowly opened her eyes and reveled in front of her was a teenager about 19. He had brown shaggy hair and light brown puddles for eyes with a nice height of about 6’4” and also the outline of definite drool worthy abs. He was hot. 

Faith was lost in a trance when the boy started speaking. “Your weapon is my spoon.” He said laughing again. Then, taking another good look at the spoon, his eyes widened in mock horror. “Gasp, these are the good spoons!”

Faith’s face scrunched up in confusion. “His spoon?” She asked herself. “How the hell did he know this was a good spoon? OH my gosh! He must be a stalker.” Faith’s mind was rushing a million miles a minute.

She was scared out of her mind and started yelling at him, “Whothehellareyou? Whyareinthishouse? Pleasedon’thurtme! BewareIhaveaspoon!”

“Uhh, Fire Truck, u might wanna calm down and shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?” The boy peered curiously. 

“No. I asked you first.” She responded quietly like a small child.

He just rolled his eyes. “Nice to meet you to.” His voice filled with sarcasm. “My name is Shane Willow, I’m 19 in four months, I have a sister, her name’s Chelsea. I moved from the rocky mountains of Colorado to here, sunny California and am currently living with my Mom and some dude named Rob. Don’t get your panties in a twist but babe that spoon won’t help you much.”

Faith was aghast. Chelsea had a brother? She had seen a younger version of him in some family photos, but never thought twice about it. How could she have not of seen this earlier? The same tan skin, nose and hair color. The only difference was that Chelsea had these dark green eyes the color of a forest. 

But, once again was interrupted by the sound of Shane’s voice.

“Besides Fire Truck, with rock hard abs like mine that spoon would bend like a paper clip.” He said with a cocky smile

Faith just rolled her eyes and already knew that her and Shane where going to have some problems. 

“Now fire truck, ready to introduce yourself?”

Faith rolled her eyes once.

“Hi my name is Faith Alexandra Green, Chelsea is my best friend, at least I thought so, and I think you’re a cocky egotistical jerk. Oh and by the way if you call me fire truck one more time, I will cut your balls off in your sleep.” She finished before smiling sweetly.

“Sure thing fire truck,” and with a wink Shane had disappeared upstairs.

Faith could already feel her blood boiling. Not only was Shane a total douche, but she was hurt. Her best friend for 16 years, left out such an important part of her life.

She was sad and decided to leave. She would have to talk to Chelsea later about this. But sadly on her way out Chelsea was on her way out and just said, “We need to talk, come over later.” Before walking next door to her house.

**A/N**

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