My Bestfriend's Brother

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Present Day

Blake

"Oh my god, dude," my bestfriend, Logan, said, sitting up from where he had just been laying down on my bed.

"What?" I asked him.

"Danny just texted me," he answered.

"So? He's your boyfriend, why are you so surprised?"

"Dipshit. I'm not surprised that he texted me. I am surprised by what he texted."

"What do you mean? What did he saying?" Trying to get my friend to get to the point.

"Kylaria is back in town."

My head snapped up from my phone.

"Yeah, the Kylaria. Your brother's bestfriend. She just got back from London."

"You have got to be kidding me," I said to him. The annoying bestfriend. That was what she was. When the girl moved to London, I was happy to have her away from my brother because whenever they were together, they would bother me. God damnit. I was hoping she would stay where she was.

"Dude, you know that she isn't an annoying little kid anymore, right?"

I give him a deadpan look, "Yeah right man. Ugh, why did I have to do college online for a year and risk seeing her again?'"

"Because your a dipshit and anyways, I'm not lying. Have you seen her social media?"

"No, of course not"

"Well, you should."

"No thanks."

"Fine, your loss.

We just sat in my room for a while longer until my brother barged in and asked me if he could have his boyfriend back. I waved him off and just sat on my bed and fell asleep, dreading seeing my brother's bestfriend again.

Kylaria

I had just landed back in the US and as I walked out of the plane and towards the luggage pickup, I spotted my parents. My car and motorcycle had both arrived the day before and I was so happy about it. I grabbed my stuff and headed towards my parents. 

"Hi mum," I greeted her with a hug and shook my father's hand.

"We are glad your back honey. I am glad you feel better," my mum smiled at me. "We brought you motorcycle, as you asked."

As she said that, I saw my precious baby.

"Thank you so much, mum!" I looked at her and she smiled back at me.

"Go see him, sweetheart. We'll take your bags back. Stay the night at their place. Do whatever you need. Your mother and I trust you," my father spoke out for the first time.

"Thanks da! I'll see you two later," I yelled as I ran over to my motorcycle. Eager to see Danny again. I put the address into the gps I had installed and I was off to see my bestfriend after three years of only factimes.

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I pulled up to their house and as stepped off of my motocycle, I kicked out the kickstand and began taking off my helmet. I pressed my hair down and unzipped my leather jacket. I had on some simple black leggings, black doc martins with roses on the side, a leather jacket, and a crop top with a deep v that showed off a significant amount of cleavage. London had changed me. I had better style, more muscles, a flat stomach with abs, knew how to defend myself, and my hair was still extremely culry and I had died the tips a royal blue color. My blonde hair contrasted with it well. It also brouth out the blue of one of my eyes.

I have heterochromia. I was born with one brown eye and one light blue/white one. I have learned to love it. Also a lot of my skin has whit splotches on it. It starts from my shoulders and then downwards. I also have many tattoos now. My parents never cared what I did to my body, they only cared, that I loved myself. I had millions of peircings on my ears and two in my nose. A septum peircing and one on the side. I also had a tongue peircing. My previous partners used to enjoy my use of that greatly, now that I think about it.

I had one huge tattoo on my body. It started on my left had and then it wrapped up and around my arm and up my shoulder heading diagnolly downwards my back, stops on one side of my stomach and then starts again on the other side and wraps around again. It then goes over my hip and wraps it's way downwards my right leg. It has a bunch of designs in it with significant meaning and it took forever to get done. I also have many other tattoos on my breasts, hands, right arm, left leg, and a few on my neck. There is one behind my ear and it is Danny's name. 

I headed towards the front door and lead on the doorframe as I knocked. I heard shuffling inside and the door unlocked and opened to reveal Danny on the other side. He was smiling and then he saw me and his jaw dropped. I tell you, it is on the floor right now.

"Oh my god, babes. You almost turned me straight," he said as his eyes roamed down my body, checking out my outfit.

"Hey, how about you don't turn my boyfriend straight!" Logan yelled from down the hall as he headed towards us and wrapped his arms around Danny from behind. "That would not benefit me in any way whatsoever."

"Sorry," I apologized. "But it isn't my fault."

"Omg, come in, come in. Take that coat off, even if it is stylish as fuck," Danny burst out, ushering me inside.

"Okey, okay, jeez," I said as I took my jacket and boots off.

"OH MY GOD!" Danny yelled.

I turned around quickly. "What? What's wrong?" I asked, worried.

"Nothing is wrong, I just didn't know you had so many tattoos. You looked even better with the jacket off," he stated.

"Why thank you dan-dan."

"Of course, now come on, my mother is gonna freak when she sees you," he says while pulling my to the kitchen.

"Yeah and so is your brother," Logan mutters.

Oh yes. Blake. I am excited to see his face when he sees me. This should be fun.