Prima Facie ✔️

My Best Friend's Brother - One Shot

Reader request for a desi character, L x

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Prisha's POV.

"I can't believe this is the first time you're coming to my house," Beverley exclaims. "We've been friends for like, I don't know, two months now?"

"I know! And you've been to my house like three times," I reply.

She turns into a drive on our right and parks her KA behind a big truck. Her little car just fits onto the drive with the monster in front of us taking up all of the room.

"That's my stupid brother's car, like it can get any fucking bigger," Bev cusses, making me wince.

I hate swearing.

"It is very big," I comment when I get out of her car.

She rolls her eyes and I follow her up the driveway to the door. Bev flicks her short dreads over her shoulder and opens the door for us, it's unlocked so someone must be home. I wish I had short hair like Bev sometimes.

Hair is really important in my culture. Long hair symbolises health, fertility and femininity. I don't even bother asking my mum anymore because I know she won't let me get it cut. I get the occasional trim to keep it healthy, but my dead-straight black hair reaches below my waist. I have to plait it back so that I don't sit on it all of the time. It's a nuisance.

I enter her house and the smell of vanilla hits me, it's coming from the diffuser by the door. I can understand why they have it, there must be about sixteen pairs of shoes on the floor around us.

"Ignore the mess, my parents work full time," Bev says, waving her hand.

Why don't they hire a cleaner?

My mum would be holding her forehead and fainting right about now. She's obsessive about our home being 'guest-ready' at all times. I'm sixteen and she still makes me clean my room every single week.

Beverley is seventeen, that's how she's able to drive. It was her birthday last month and her parents bought her a car. I have no idea what my parents are going to get me for my seventeenth next year, but I bet it's not a car.

Beverley got held back a year because she missed a lot of school with an ongoing medical problem. She had severe appendicitis which lead to surgeries and kidney infections and ended with school advising her to take the rest of the year off and come back in September to start again.

It basically means one of my best friends is a year older than me and so much cooler. She's the only one in our year that can drive and that makes her like royalty or something. I'm her Indian friend that tags along next to her.

(A/N: insecurities of the female lead, not me putting down an Indian character, she's bloody gorgeous and we know it)

We go through to the kitchen and Bev puts four slices of bread in the toaster. She sits down at the table and I copy her. We get out our phones and scroll through our newsfeeds whilst we wait for the toast to pop up.

There's a massive thud and then a loud curse from upstairs. We both look up at the ceiling. Bev curses and mutters something under her breath. She glances at me and shakes her head in disappointment.

"My idiot brother. Hard to believe he's my twin. I'm so obviously the better half. I like to call him parasite," she explains.

I knew she had a twin, but he's in the year above because he wasn't held back a year. I've never seen him before, Bev doesn't talk about him much. For twins, they're not very close.