my best friends brother

27 ... stuck in between

my best
friends brother
27

blair

"You can do this Blair, just knock on the damn door," I whisper to myself, giving myself a little pep talk before I make probably one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I pace around a lawn I hadn't been on in a long while.

My hands were shaking for some damn reason as if I hadn't been in front of this door billions of times. The only difference? I wasn't able to just stroll on in and greet everyone as I used to anymore. I wasn't going to
be welcomed with open arms by him anymore.

As my fist lifts about to knock, footsteps followed by a voice stop me. "Blair?" I knew that smooth accent anywhere. It used to make me swoon like some dog.

My chest hikes up and down in panic as I turn.

"Matteo, h-hi," I say breathlessly, giving an awkward wave. My eyes rack over his body. He was up and moving. He wasn't using the sling anymore, just the cast around his arm. He wasn't wearing the face bandages, letting his scars free. I sigh under my breath. He looks good. Too good. Shit.

"What are doing here? I wasn't expecting you–not that I don't mind the beautiful familiar face," he smiles forcefully, racking his eyes over my body. Looking down, I hide my blush and kick tiny rocks on the ground.

"I still make you blush, tal vez hay esperanza..." he mutters the last part in his language and I bite my lip.

His footsteps make me look back up. There I noticed some bags in his hand and a slight limp as he walks.

"We're you driving!?" I stare at him crazily.

"Oh, yeah. Just went out to grab a few things." He stops right in front of me and I gulp. He's too close now. "You aren't fully healed, you shouldn't be driving." I sounded like a mom with my hands on my hips. He just smiles down at me and chuckles

"What's funny?" I cross my arms.

"No nothing. It's just... seeing you care for me again it's... it feels nice. It brings back memories."

"Yeah sorry," I sighed. It's a habit.

"No, I love it. Keep caring."

I press my lips together. No matter how much my head told me to just turn around and leave, my heart told me to man up and face him for real this time. I have to tell him how I feel. I'm already here. No turning back now. It would be the only way to get closure. I hope.

The way he was staring at me made my body burn hot so I felt the need to do a subject change before I ended up doing something I'd regret. I looked at his arm with the cast and notice a bunch of signatures surrounding it.

I smile softly. "I see you have a huge support system," he shook his thoughts and lifts the cast to let me inspect it more. I didn't know if it was okay to touch it, given that it still needs time to heal. But he read my mind. He always did.

He grabs my wrist and gently sits my hand around the cast. "Nunca podrías lastimarme," he assures me.

When he noticed I relaxed a little, he continues the conversation. "Besides my overprotective family? Yeah, everyone at school is supportive. Don't worry, no one knows how I really got hurt. Only your friends and my family." I look up at him in surprise.