I woke up to the sunlight streaming through my window.
And with a pounding headache.
I have no memory of coming home last night, but my headache was too awful for me to try to figure it out.
I lied in bed for a few more minutes before venturing out into the hallway and then into the kitchen and living room.
The apartment was empty.
What was going on?
I pulled the orange juice out of the refrigerator and poured myself some, sipping on it as I went over to the other cabinets. I began to open them, still unsure of where everything was. But I was in some desperate need of Tylenol to kill this headache.
As I finally found the medicine cabinet, the door clicked open, and Parker came in, shirtless and an armband strapped around his arm.
"Where's Emmett?" I called out to him.
He didn't even spare me a glance, heading back to his bedroom.
Asshole.
I began to leaf through the medicine cabinet, searching for Tylenol.
I couldn't help but notice the increased amount of prescriptions on Emmett's name.
"What're you doing?" a voice behind me asked.
I turned to see Parker, still shirtless but now considerably less sweaty.
"Looking for Tylenol," I huffed.
"You won't find it in there."
"This is the medicine cabinet!"
He rolled his eyes, opening the refrigerator and pulling out the orange juice. "That's pretty much all Emmett's."
I stared into the cabinet. "You're joking."
He unscrewed the top off the orange juice carton and went to drink.
"Stop!" I screeched.
He dropped the carton on the floor in surprise, spilling orange juice everywhere.
"What the hell was that?" Parker demanded, clearly pissed off.
"You were going to drink from the carton," I pointed out, as he picked the now half-empty carton up off the floor.
"Yeah," he agreed, pressing the carton to his mouth and taking a swig before screwing the top back on.
I felt like I was going to puke.
A smirk spread across Parker's face. "You drank out of this?"
"You're a disgusting animal."
"Now is that anyway to talk to the only person in this apartment who knows where the Tylenol is?"
And now I was officially pissed off.
I tackled him to the ground, catching him by surprise and laying him flat out in a mess of orange juice.
"Where is it?" I asked, straddling his stomach.
"Now Emily," he said, with a half-smile. "If you wanted me, all you had to was-"
"What the hell is going on?" a third voice demanded.
Parker's smile widened and my heart sank.
I turned to see Emmett standing there, his running armband still strapped around his arm. And he was not happy.
"Parker won't tell me where the Tylenol is," I complained.
Emmett continued to stare at the two of us, so I used that time to stand up, folding my arms across my chest.
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My Brother's Best Friend
Teen FictionCompleted. Emily Winston has returned back home after spending a year in London. She comes home to her shared apartment with her twin brother, Emmett, to find that Emmett has offered his best friend, Parker Adams, a room in their apartment. Parker...