Not so much in love with the badboy (ENGLISH)-✔

22. Brolove

I wake up with my head still in my dream.

The first thing I see is that Stan is still asleep. For a moment I consider taking a shower, but that didn't work out yesterday either. So I flatter myself and enjoy his snoring sounds.

After half an hour I'm done with it and I try to wake him up. Unfortunately, softness doesn't help. So I poke him in the side so hard that he falls out of bed. Immediately he is awake and he jumps up in a daze. "What..." he begins before he sees me laughing. He crawls back into bed and hugs me. His finger slowly runs across my stomach.

"We should go get my stuff at my house." I say softly. He nods. "Is everything alright? I know you miss them. I think you can still make it up to me." he whispers. I shrug. "I don't know if I want to. They don't understand what you mean to me. They don't even want to get it."

He looks at me in amazement. "Of course you want to make amends with them, Queen! Just because they don't support you once doesn't mean they don't want to support you. They just don't understand. Explain it to them calmly later and the situation will be better, I promise you." I nod and get out of bed. He makes a whimper and holds out his arms to me.

"Come on, if you want me to make it up to my parents, get dressed now." I say. He sighs, but gets out of bed anyway.

He looks at me with wide eyes. "Please wear my shirt. He looks so good on you!" he whines. I roll my eyes, but put it on. It smells like him and blissfully I take a deep breath.

"Done sniffing at my shirt and going?" he asks jokingly. I nod and we get in the car.

*DING DONG*

Nervously I press the bell. My brother opens. "Ah, Nora. Are you here to get your things?' he asks. I nod and step inside.

Stan trips after me and looks around. He's never been here, I realize. My brother growls at him. "Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?" he asks angrily.

"I...uh...am here...for Nora?" It sounds more like a question and I roll my eyes. God, did I turn him into such a softie? Where has his bad boy side gone?

"Leave him alone, Alec." I snap. I take Stan's hand and take him to the kitchen, where my parents are. My mother looks hopeful for a moment, but that quickly disappears when she sees Stan.

"Listen, before I leave I want to tell my story. I couldn't do that yesterday, so listen up." I say as I sit down. Stan sits on the chair next to me and looks uncomfortably at his feet. Alec sits across the street and doesn't give him a glance.

"So, the reason they stopped talking to me and dropped me was because Mr Graey told them to do that. Your animosity broke us in two. But apparently they were also at my new school and Nell told me everything. So later when I got home she called me that Stan was going crazy I went there and it's all over."

I look intently at my parents. My mother stares at Stan, who keeps looking down. My father clears his throat and my attention is drawn to him.

"So ... if we hadn't been so stupid at the door then nothing would have happened?" he asks and I nod. "That's right."

He sighs and slumps back. "Sorry, Nora. We should have looked beyond their father. They can't help it. Business stays at work and private life stays at home." he says and he glances at Stan. He slowly looks up and blushes when he sees everyone staring at him.

"What?' he asks. 'Are you good to her, boy? Because what you said in the gym wasn't so pretty, huh?" my mother asks in a worried tone. Stan cringes and looks at me desperately for a moment before looking back at my mother.