My Brother's Best Friend

Chap. 4

"I have nothing to wear," I announced to Emmett.

I was standing in the kitchen in my pajamas, beyond frustrated.

"Last time I checked, you have a closet full of clothes," he informed me, as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

I groaned. Boys don't ever understand.

"Nothing that says, hey everybody I'm back after taking a year off."

"I think a pair of jeans and a t-shirt says that just fine."

"You're hopeless."

"You have 45 minutes, so get a move on."

This is impossible.

I went back to my bedroom, throwing open my closet doors again.

Nothing.

I began to leaf through my clothes, sighing as I realized that the perfect outfit wasn't going to jump out at me.

So I picked out a sundress and a pair of sandals, slapping on some makeup and curling my hair.

"You look nice," Emmett informed me, as I came back out into the kitchen.

"Shut up."

He slid me a plate with an omelet on it. "You're welcome."

I took a seat at the counter, taking a bite of the omelet. "Nice job."

"I am the best."

I rolled my eyes, munching on my omelet as Emmett slid another plate next to me.

"For you?" I asked, my mouth full of food.

"For me," Parker corrected, taking a seat next to me.

"Now I don't feel so special anymore," I informed Emmett, as I stuffed more of the omelet into my mouth.

"Very graceful," Parker commented, rolling his eyes.

I stuck my tongue out at him, causing him to shake his head at me.

"And mature," he added.

"Cut it out," Emmett ordered, placing his omelet down across the table from us.

Parker finished off his omelet before me and then headed back to his room.

"Five minutes!" Emmett called after him.

"I hear you!" Parker called, and then his door slammed shut.

"I still don't understand why he had to move in here," I muttered, finishing off my omelet.

"Ready for your first day back?" Emmett asked.

"Not really."

"There's that optimism I know and love."

I rolled my eyes, standing up. "Let's just get this over with."

"And that enthusiasm."

~*~

"I've missed you," Hannah gushed, wrapping her arms around me.

Yeah, I could really tell by all the texts and phone calls I got from you. Not.

"Missed you too," I answered, giving her a quick hug in return.

"School just hasn't been the same without you," she informed me, as I switched my books out in my locker.

Someone please make her go away.

"Remember Daniel Hawthorne?"

Of course I remember Daniel Hawthorne.