Blue

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"You fucking cheater!" Lloyd yelled in the next room as he played video games with Evan.
"I didn't do anything! If anything, you're the one who cheated." Evan yelled back.
"Psh." Lloyd replied.

Evan is my older brother. He's definitely not much older, only two years, but he likes to pride himself on the "older brother" label. We're even in the same grade, so I don't really see a reason for him to boast.
He got held back, back in the third grade and I skipped a grade and we started our first year of junior high together, when I went from fifth grade to seventh.

In case you were wondering, I'm 15, and he's 17. Lloyd, his best friend, was 16, and also in our grade, and he and Evan have been friends ever since Evan got held back. So, ever since Evan was in the third grade, about eight years ago, Lloyd has been over all the time.

We also have a younger sister named Merci, (pronounced "mair-see") which means thank you in french, in case you didn't know. Our mom apparently named her that because she was supposed to have another boy, and something about "thanking God" for daughter.

We all looked alike. Blond hair, brown eyes, the same face, except Evan's was more structured, Merci's was more circular, and mine was kind of in between. Evan was the tallest of us, standing about 6'5. He was also muscular, but skinny, and played basketball for our school. He had a lot of girls going after him, constantly, and he was all over it, but he played hard to get.

Merci, who was only 14, was in volleyball, she was an honor roll student, she was nice, popular, social, pretty, basically the perfect daughter. Or so my parents thought. It's not like she had at least one guy a week over in her bedroom, fucking while my parents were asleep,which she did.

And me, little old me, I was the black sheep of the family. I was heavier than my siblings, but not fat. I got okay grades, nothing special, no one was ever all over me. I wasn't athletic, I'd never had a girlfriend in my life, despite how bad I wanted one. Sometimes I wished some of the girls who would come to see Evan would just...you know...come over to see me once in a while.
I was even short. Barely taller than Merci, who was only 5'4.

I was drawing in my notebook when I heard a light knock at my door. I expected it to be my mom getting home from work, coming to say hi or something, so I said "come in." At a normal tone.

I was surprised to see Lloyd walking into my room, his headphones plugged into his phone, slung around his neck and blasting Eminem.

"Hey Lloyd." I said hesitantly. "What's up?" I hid my drawing.
He shrugged. "Nothing. You seen my jacket in here?"

I gave him a confused look. "Why would it be in here?"
All I got in return was a smile.

I pointed. "Check behind the door." I watched as Lloyd nodded and turned around, shutting the door as he looked behind it. When he saw it wasn't there, he walked around the room a little more, and I watched him as he glanced in every corner. He then walked over to my bed, where I was sitting cross legged, and leaned over me, spotting my sketchbook.

He smiled. "What's this?" He said as he grabbed for it.
I felt my face get hot as I reached for the notebook, freaking out as he just pulled it away, looking at my sketch of a male face.

He studied it closely before setting it down in front of me on the bed and leaning over my shoulder.
"Why are you so embarrassed, Landen? It looks really good." He pointed out the facial features, he complimented the definition of the nose bridge and how realistic the eyes looked. He then looked back at my face and smiled at me, and I guess he found his jacket behind me because he reached behind me, and as his shoulder brushed against mine, I kind of lost my breath.

"So, Landen." Lloyd said to me. "It was nice talking to you, I think your work is really good, and I guess I'll see you within a few days." He smiled again.

I smiled back. Lloyd honestly was a really nice guy. He was pretty popular, too, but not as popular as my brother. Girls occasionally came onto him, and no one can really blame them. He definitely was not ugly. He was tall like my brother, maybe an inch or two shorter. He had deep brown hair and ice blue eyes, and a soft smile with a dimple in each of his cheeks. He was also muscular and most likely ripped, but I wouldn't know. I've never seen him without a shirt.

I hope I don't sound like, gay or anything because I'm not. I'm just describing him.

Lloyd sat up a little bit to leave, but stopped and looked at me. Before I knew it, Lloyd Blue had his lips against mine. As he parted them slightly, I felt my face get really hot and I was freaking out. My brother's best friend was kissing me, and I'm not about to lie, it was pretty hot.

He crawled on top of me without pulling away and pinned me down onto the bed. He moved my hair away from my face as he forced his tongue in my mouth. I heard a soft moan escape his lips, followed by him muttering my name.

Fuck, I didn't know why I was letting him do this. I didn't know why I was enjoying this.

He put one of his hands in my hair and another arm around my back and pulled me closer to him. I could barely breathe, partly because we were so close and I was almost suffocating and partly because I was freaking out so much.

After about five more minutes of this going on and my pants seeming to get tighter every second of it, Lloyd pulled away, sweaty and out of breath. I noticed a bulge in his pants as he got up and grabbed his jacket.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. What did I just do?" He asked himself. I just stayed quiet, I decided now wasn't the time to be a total smartass. He looked at me.
"Landen, I'm sorry." He said. I shook my head. He went on cursing, getting mad at himself, kept saying things like, "What if someone finds out? What if Evan finds out?"

I sighed. "Relax, Lloyd. We don't have to tell anyone it happened. In fact, we don't even have to tell ourselves it happened. We could pretend like nothing happened."

Lloyd looked at me with a worried expression on his face before he calmed down. He put his jacket on.
"Thanks. I'll see you later." He waved and walked out the door.

Fuck, what did I just do?