Adam
I add the last few clothes to my duffel bag and zip it up. My Mom called a couple weeks ago, asking that Brian and I take a week off to come down and see them for Evelyn's celebration party.
I was already going to come down, but when I heard Evelyn in the background trying to quietly tell my mom that she didn't want me to know about it, I told my mom to hand the phone over to Evelyn just to personally tell her that she would be seeing me regardless.
I remember her little annoyed groans when all her attempts to keep me away failed. I smirk, strapping the duffel bag over my shoulder and exiting my room to the living room.
"Brian, we're going. You ready?"
"Uugh, yeah I'm coming. You're driving us though." His drunken half dressed self wobbled out of his room, using the wall for support.
"Dude, go take a shower." I shake my head, throwing a fresh towel at him from the linen cupboard. He catches it, dramatically opening and closing his eyes just to stay awake. "I'm leaving in 15 minutes with or without you."
"Wait for me, man!" He shouted running into the bathroom but not before knocking half of his body into the wall.
I give him a bored expression. "How fucked up are you?""Enough to tell you that you're a lil BETCH!"
I'm gonna need all the help I can get if I'll be driving with this moron for the next three whole hours. "10 minutes. Then I'm leaving."
"Wait, hold on!"
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We were almost there and I was close to losing my damn mind with this idiot in my passenger seat. "I think I'm gonna throw up."
"Not in my fucking car you're not." I glare at Brian, him already knowing that I hate any sort of messes in my car. The last time he spilled his drink in here, I swerved to the side of the curb and made him walk the rest of the way home. "Well stop driving so damn fast!"
"If you didn't drink then you could of drove us. Blame yourself, dumbass."
Brian slowly turns his head towards me, a scrunched up frown on his face. "Why are you so meannnn?" He fake cried, ugly whimpers coming from his mouth. "Your mom isn't gonna be happy when she sees you hung over."
"Shit, you're right." He changes from a slouch to a straightened posture, flipping open the sun visor to check himself in the mirror; fixing his tousled hair. "Too late for that now." I chuckle, knowing his mom's scowl is more deadly than the alcohol that he had recently consumed.
"You think we can stop in at a chemist for one of those hangover medicines?"
"Are you paying for my gas?"
"IOU?"
"Get fucked." I tsk, turning into the street of the neighborhood that I grew up in. Our houses were just across the road from each other, and back then we thought it was the best thing ever; to have your best-friend and practically your second family living right next to you.
Though I'm one-hundred percent sure that Brian was dropped on the head when he was a baby, that's got to be the only explanation to why I have a dumbass as a best-friend. This has nothing to do with anything, I just thought I'll put that out there.

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Endless Love
Romance"You know I love you right?" "Yeah. I know." It was simple things like this that led to Evelyn's growing love for her older brother's best-friend and forever long family friend. But for as long as she could remember, she had strictly been in the f...