My Brother's Best Friend

Chap. 17

"It's almost boots weather," I commented to Michelle, as I tugged on my hoodie.

"Emily, you will pull out your Uggs the moment it dips into the 60's," Michelle giggled, looking up from her phone at me.

I rolled my eyes, unable to dispute as I looked out onto the soccer field.

"So tell me about last night," Michelle said, as the boys jogged off the field for their pregame pep-talk.

"What about it?" I asked, looking over at her.

"Don't play dumb with me missy. I know you went out with Daniel."

"Oh, that."

"Yeah, that. So did you two end in the bedroom?"

"Yeah."

She nodded, her eyes studying mine.

"Just say it," I said, with a laugh. "Like you even need my permission."

"He's such a douchebag! I want to cut his nose off and feed to some squirrels or something. Why are going out with him again?"

"We aren't going out," I defended. "It was one date."

"And sex," she reminded me.

"He's good in bed," I defended, my eyes flickering back out to the soccer field.

The boys were still huddled for their pregame pep-talk.

"Emily, what the actual hell?"

"It's complicated."

"That's a copout."

"It most definitely is."

She rolled her eyes. "Just tell me that you guys used protection."

"I live in an apartment with those two," I said, gesturing towards my brother and Parker, who were standing side-by-side in the huddle. "Of course we used protection."

She dropped the subject and the game started, Parker and Emmett taking the striker position.

The game was anticlimactic, as expected. It was expected to be a blowout, and the Mustangs mercied the other team by the end of the first half, Emmett and Parker were pulled 20 minutes into the game.

"Ready to go?" I asked Michelle.

"All the games should be like this," she said, with a smile.

"Right," I agreed, laughing as we descended the bleachers.

I didn't bother waiting for Emmett and Parker after the game, knowing that Emmett was putting in late hours at the Auto Body shop, and that Parker was probably going to hit up some girl.

"Thanks for the ride," I said to Michelle, as she dropped me off at my apartment complex.

"Of course love," she said, blowing me a kiss.

I caught it out of the air, pressing it to my heart with a laugh before heading inside.

I went up to the apartment and went inside, flipping on the lights.

I peeked out the window, but I didn't see Parker's car anywhere.

So I went back to my room and put on an oversized, button-up t-shirt.

I pulled on a pair of socks and then blasted the song Old Time Rock N Roll through the surround sound.

I paid my tribute to Risky Business, complete with one of Emmett's soccer trophies as my microphone and a broom that doubled as a guitar and then later as a microphone.