My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter one

"No, I don't like that one."

"Why not? It's cute!"

"Because Natalie, you look like a skank. We can return it tomorrow."

"Fine."

This is a little tradition me and Natalie do every year. We each buy new bikinis in May, and put on a little fashion show for each other. Then we decide if we need to return them or things like that. Usually Natalie has to return a few. She buys these tiny pieces of fabric that not even a supermodel would feel uncomfortable in. She's practically naked.

"Ok I love that one! I knew it would look good on you."

"I'm so excited! Summer is only a month away!"

"It's practically summer all the time here you know that right?"

"I know, but the official start of summer is in a month! Which means no school!" We live in Hawaii, which means sun and sand all year round.

"Did Aaron ever call you back?"

"No. I just don't get it. It seemed like he liked me at the party last week. But now he won't call or text. Not even a snapchat!"

"I'm sure he'll call."

"I hope. Now try on your new suits!"

"Ok ok chill." I bought 5 new bikinis. Who doesn't have enough?

She liked the first 4, and when I put on the fifth one, she loved it.

"Oh my God Sam will fall completely in love when he sees you in that." Sam is one of my closest friends and he's Nate's best friend. Lately things have been getting to a flirty level. He's been asking me to hang out more often and always sitting close to me. I think he likes me.

"You really think he likes me?"

"Elena you're blind if you don't see it."

"I see it, but it's hard to believe. I mean, nobody has ever liked me before and I've known Sam since 2nd grade."

"Well believe it girlfriend."

"Oh crap my phone is at 5 percent. Can I use your charger?"

"No sorry my phone is charging. Go grab Nate's." Nathan. How do I describe him? For starters, he is super obnoxious. He's always poking fun at me. He's only a year older than us but acts like he's much older. Like an authority figure. It gets annoying. But, he has hot friends that come over all the time.

"Can't I just use yours? What is your phone at?"

"I'm at 20. Seriously just ask Nate."

"Fine." I walked down the hall to his room.

"Nate? Can I use your charger?" I opened the door and he wasn't in there. I guess I'll just take it.

Why are boys room's so messy? I looked around for the charger, and he just keeps his clothes anywhere but his closet. All over the floor.

I sifted through laundry and bathing suits for a while. Where could it be?

"Um, what are you doing?" I guess he's home. I was bent over a clothing mountain when he came in.

"I need your phone charger." I kept looking, and I started to fold some of his clothes. I can't take looking at all this mess.

"It's over here. Why didn't you just ask?" He walked over to his desk and pulled out the cord from God knows where.

"I didn't think you were home." I took the charger from him, but he kept looking at me like he expected me to say something.

"What?" His eyes were wide and I don't know why.