Asher nervously ran his fingers through his hair as he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Shifting so that the bouquet of flowers sat in his arms, he rang the doorbell, hoping that whoever was behind the door was the one person he wanted to see.
"What are you so nervous about?"
Asher closed his eyes in annoyance at the voice coming from behind him where Tristan stood smugly with his arms crossed. Sometimes he hated how similar his brother was to his younger self.
"Why did you insist on coming here with me?" Muttered Asher, blatantly ignoring his brother's question.
Before Tristan could respond with a snarky reply, the door swung open causing both brothers to turn their heads.
"Asher, dear, what a pleasant surprise," Alana's mother, Amanda, exclaimed. She quickly masked her surprise with a kind and welcoming smile. "And I see Tristan's here as well."
"Hi Mrs. Sommers," greeted both boys.
"Hello, boys, why don't you two come in?" She asked, opening the door wider. Both Asher and Tristan trailed in through the door and into the comforting home. They had been over to the Sommer's residence multiple times before and were both familiar with the layout. It was almost as if this was their second home.
"What are you doing here? Is Celine here, too?"
Tristan's grin quickly formed into a smirk as soon as he heard a familiar voice. Kimberly looked up from her seat on the couch and immediately, her expression fell when her best friend wasn't within the group. Instead, she narrowed her eyes at the boy who chose to constantly annoy her and never seemed to leave her alone.
"Can't I come visit my favorite girl?" Asked Tristan, the smirk never leaving his face.
"Favorite, my ass," she muttered under her breath, which was heard by everyone in the room. "I bet you say that to every girl."
"Language, noodle," Amanda scolded, giving her daughter a 'be nice to the guests' look.
"You know you'll always be my favorite, noodle," Tristan used the nickname her family called her, which further annoyed her.
"Whatever," Kimberly muttered, grabbing her phone from where she threw it onto the couch before standing up to leave the room.
"Why don't you and Tristan go hang out like you used to when you two were younger?" Suggested Amanda, giving her daughter another look.
"I-" Kimberly began to protest but was cut off, much to her irritation.
"I would love that, Mrs. Sommers," smiled Tristan, sending Kimberly a sly wink which made her scoff. She began her trudge up the stairs while grumbling under her breath with Tristan's towering figure trailing right behind her with an easygoing smile. "Let's go, Kimberly."
"Make sure to leave your door open, noodle!" Called out Amanda with an amused smile.
"Mom!"
The protest in her voice echoed through the house, causing both Amanda and Asher to let out a small laugh.
"I'm sorry for dropping by so suddenly," Asher apologized, giving Amanda a sheepish smile.
Amanda shook her head, giving Asher's arm a small pat. "You know you're always welcome here," It was then she noticed the beautiful bouquet in Asher's hand. "I'm assuming you're here for Alana?"
Asher rubbed the back of his neck, his face turning slightly red due to embarrassment. "I- These are actually for you. I remember how much you love lily flowers."
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Chasing Alana
Romance"Then, will you let me be selfish? Will you be mine?" ★ ★ ★ Even as children, everyone around them knew they would end up together. But of course, life doesn't always go as planned. Alana never thoug...
