Fall in love with my best friends brother? CHECK
That's it. That's all I've got. I'm seriously stupid, how could this cliché happen to me. Kooper is my best friend, his older brother though? I have dreams of him.
I shouldn't like her.
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Kieffer
20 Years Old
(Fall 2007)
Adorable, that's what Taylor was. Fucking adorable. She was innocent but that gleam in her eye told me that she just wanted to be a bad girl. Koop didn't mention much about her besides his best friend Taylor was coming over. I was shocked when I looked over and saw a girl honestly, Koop isn't exactly one to have girlfriends especially with his girlfriend Johanna, she didn't want even our cousins looking at Koop.
So, obviously, seeing this tiny little brunette standing in front of Koop both of t hem completely calm while I was busy feeling like a creep trying to get a read on her. First thing that came out of my mouth was a comment about girlie girl Johanna and how she shouldn't be at the Ranch while we were kicking up dirt. I planned on coming back to the house covered in mud.
I asked Taylor if she was good with noise and Koop answering for her was eating at me, I wanted to hear her speak for herself get a better read on her. When he told me I was the one riding her out to the field my heartrate kicked up. But I had to play it cool. I looked back down at my phone instantly bored of the conversation happening with the girl I was trying to get with tonight, and shoved it in my pocket.
Koop then left Taylor and I alone in kitchen she was super nervous and it was fucking cute. I enjoyed making her slightly flustered before getting her to wrap her arms around my stomach. I made sure not to be crazy as I rode through the woods and open fields making it to the one field of about five acres, some of which was wooded, our parents allowed us to make a track on. I mean they had to know it was going to happen anyway, right? They did have eight boys.
Her laughter just egged me on to go a little faster and push her limits but that laugh never became nervous as we broke through the clearing to the track. Everyone else was already there, which took the total of all of us to like twenty-two. It was going to be a great fucking afternoon.
A few of us brought our trucks out to have somewhere to sit, and if anyone needed to head back earlier, we had a way to get several people back at once since there weren't quite enough quads for everyone.
We got off the quad and I helped get my helmet off her head. She brushed her hair down and I tried not to laugh as I told her she could sit on the tailgate of my truck. When she agreed I gripped her waist and hoisted her up. Standing to my full height the tailgate of the truck comes to about my chest, there wasn't a way in hell she was going to be able to get all the way up there by herself, and I wasn't about to let any of the other guys help her.
"Nice truck." She smiled.
"Thanks."
"Be nicer in a different color though." She shrugged. I rolled my tongue through my lips and tried not to laugh.
"And what would be a better color to have Ms. Taylor?" She looked down for a second looking quite embarrassed for a second.
"Grey. Always Grey." She looked back up at me and smiled.
