My brothers best friend (South Park creek)

Chapter Three

I see Michael standing with an apron and oven mitts.
"Wow Michael never thought I'd see you in a kitchen." I laugh.

"Can't I make my little bro feel at home."
"Aww your making an effort for me"
"Mum told me to look after you so it's what I'm doing." He smiles genuinely before continuing to rush around.

"When will it be ready"
"Could vary from half an hour to a full hour, I don't do this much."
"Ok Michael just give me a shout." I make my way back to the stairs.

"I love you little brother." I hear him shout over the smoke detector.
"Love you too." We always Appreciate our love for one another.
Usually brothers act like they hate each other, yeah we do that sometimes but we'll always know that we got each others backs.
Through thick and thin.

"Hey blondie."
I see the dude in blue leaning against his door frame.
"Standing there just waiting for me to walk past huh."
He rolls his eyes.
"So what if I was"

"Then I'd call you a  5 star  stalker."
"5 stars cos I'm hot right?"
"Whatever you want to believe." I continue to walk to my room.
"Hey wait"

I turn back around to see him looking desperate for ideas on what to say.
"Uhhhhh" he scratches the back of his head.

I slowly approach him, he gulps.
"Can't think of anything to say don't bother." I whisper.
I once again turn to go back to my room but he stops me.
"D-do you maybe want to hang out in my room."
"Are you a serial rapist?"
"Not that Im aware of."

"Alright I guess I'm convinced"

He smiles widely and motions for me to follow him.
He's a cool guy, it's better to be his friend rather than be petrified of him all because we've only just met.

I think I'm slowly becoming more sociable.
Slowly.

He holds the door open as I enter his room.
"Woah."

"Oh it's nothing special it took a while to paint but...."
"Nah I was talking about the guinea pigs water bottle"

"Oh haha very funny."
He rolls his eyes.

"I'm just playing, this is seriously a cool crib"

"Yeah?"

I nod as I take a seat on one of his 2 mini sofas.

"So you like space then?"
"Yep I've been obsessed since 3rd grade and it's just stuck with me"

He sits on the other mini sofa which is pretty close to this one.
"Soooo you're Michaels brother" he sounds so confused.

"Yeah hard to believe, I guess all the good looks skipped him and went over to me."

Craig chuckles. "You got sass."

I wink. "Of course I do"

"That's something you and Michael have in common then."

"Nah he just likes to make fun of everyone."

"Now that I think about it that explains a lot...."

I giggle because yeah that's what I do, deal with it.

"You like fall out boy!!!" I almost scream staring at the poster.
"AND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE"

He stares at me almost shocked.
He nods slowly.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS."

*2 minutes*

"WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY TO SEE A MARCHING BAND."

Yeah we're singing along with the disc at the top of our lungs, just to annoy Michael.

Within seconds the door bursts open.
"WHY THE FUCK DO I HEAR EMO MUSIC BLEARING."
He yells looking at us both with fire in his eyes.

"OH HELL NO YOU ARE NOT FORMING AN EMO SQUAD IN THIS HOUSE HOLD."

We basically just ignore him.

"DINNERS BURNING" I shout over the music.
"Shit" he mutters and runs off.
Craig and I laugh.
"He's pisssseeed"

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