Brother's Best Friend

Chapter Twelve

"Just be yourself Kenzie," I advise, "I'm sure they'll love you."

"Of course they will. I'm fucking fabulous."

I laugh, "Try to tone down the cockiness."

"You just told me to be myself and that's exactly what I'm doing."

I roll my eyes as I finish straightening her hair.

"I want to look and act perfect tonight for his parents, but I know I'll mess up at some point. This is so stressful," she groans.

"If they don't like you, then they're missing out. All that should matter to them is that you obviously make their son happy. They shouldn't have a problem with you at all. Besides, if they put up with their son's obsession with Harry Potter they should put up with yours. I know I have."

"You were giving a great pep talk until the ending," she says with a glare.

I smile back sheepishly at her causing her to roll her eyes, sticking her tongue out at me. I finish with her hair, unplugging the straightener as she begins putting on her makeup.

"Just make sure to tell me the details afterwards. All of them," I wink.

She blushes before continuing to apply her makeup. Her phone vibrates probably signaling a text from Kieran and she smiles brightly, giving me a quick hug before leaving.

I put away the straightener as well as her makeup before sitting on my bed, getting my laptop for a whole night of Netflix. I'm just getting settled in when there's a knock on the door. I groan in frustration at being interrupted before I get up and open the door. When I see Drake, the frustration I felt automatically leaves my body. Instead I smile shyly at him, receiving a goofy smile in return.

"I was um wondering you maybe wanted to hang out?" He asks a little nervously, "U-unless you're busy. You probably are. I-I'll just go-"

"No!" I yell out as I embarrassingly grab onto his shirt, "I-I mean I'm not busy," I blush as I let go of him, "I was just about to watch a movie or something."

"Oh. Well um can I maybe watch it with you?"

"S-sure."

I may look calm on the outside, but I may or may not be doing a little happy dance on the inside.

I let him in, closing the door, before awkwardly making my way back to my bed. Drake sits down on Kenzie's bed while I sit down on my own which doesn't make sense since he won't be able to see from where he's sitting.

It's a little unnerving to be walking on eggshells around each other. The last time we were this close was when he was reassuring me about how he felt towards me. But I'm not a mind reader. I can't tell what he's thinking towards me. If it's good or bad. Does he like me as much as I like him? It sure seemed that way to me, but then the last time I thought that I ended up waking up alone in bed.

No matter what, it seems like I'll always have that thought in the back of my head. I don't think I'll ever be able to trust him, which upsets me because I want to. I want to trust him. I want to be able to rely on him. But it seems like what happened between us will always outshine our good moments. And I don't want that. I don't want to only think of him as the guy who took my virginity then left before I woke up. I don't want what he did to always cloud over the obvious feeling he has for me. Even if that feeling isn't to the same extent as my feelings, it's something. He feels something towards me. I may not be able to tell what he's thinking at all times, but I can say that he likes me. Even if it's a little bit.

"Y-you can come onto my bed," I say with a blush, "I don't think you'll be able to see from over there."

"I-I just don't want you to think I'm trying to take advantage of you or something..."

I smile at the sincerity in his eyes, "I won't think that Drake. Now get your butt over here."

He chuckles before he moves over to my bed. We both lay side by side on our stomachs as I play the first movie I see.

For once, we're just simply having fun together.

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"I can't believe you're not crying."

I laugh, "Why would I be crying?"

"Don't girls usually cry during sad movies?" He questions confused.

"Not all of us do," I roll my eyes.

"But that ruins the part where I'm supposed to cuddle with you to make you feel better," he pouts.

I giggle at the way he sticks his bottom lip out and his eyes get really wide.

"We can still cuddle," I blurt out giggling. My eyes widen as I realize what I just said and I immediately put both hands over my mouth, not that it will change the fact that I actually said that out loud.

Drake just has a smug smile on his face, looking oddly happy for some reason. My face is probably a dark shade of red by now.

"Only if you want to," he teases.

If possible, my face turns even redder.

"I'll take that as a yes," he smirks at my blushing face before moving closer to me and wrapping his arms around me bringing me as close to his chest as possible.

I can feel his heart beating fast, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and the whole thing is just overwhelming. I can't believe I went from practically despising him for a while year to cuddling with him in my dorm room. I can't really believe it, but I can't deny that I don't like it. As I'm sitting here, with his arms wrapped tightly around me, I can't help but feel safe. The simple act of him having his arms around me makes me feel secure, like nothing can hurt me. This is definitely a good thing. That means I'm starting to trust him a little bit more. Maybe then I can truly forgive him for what happened.

Maybe we can even be together.

I'm so sorry for not updating in a long time. I'm been busy with college. I know this isn't very long, but I have spring break next week, so hopefully I can update a lot. Thank you to everyone who's reading! :)