Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

My Brother's Best Friend- Kyle Spencer

I was thrilled to be home for Christmas after being on campus for months, and like they say, 'Home is where the heart is,' that's if you didn't count my mother's favoritism for my brother, Reese; she worshipped the ground he walked on, and he got everything he wanted.

My brother attended a university down here and lived in the dorms, but he refused to tell my mother which dorm he lived in because she would make it her new home. Reese still lived nearby and visited monthly, but she acted like he moved out of the country. I left the state, and she often forgot I existed. I wouldn't be down here now if I hadn't called her and asked if she'd like me to visit for Christmas- she said it was up to me.

I ran to check on my mother downstairs to ensure she didn't need help, but I stood corrected as she moved around at the speed of light and had all of this adrenaline out of nowhere; I couldn't be surprised since her precious son had come to visit. She would break her neck for him and thank him for allowing her to do it.

"Jeez, Ma," I sighed, "Could you slow down? You're acting like the president is coming to visit."

"I'm so excited," my mom exclaimed, "Your brother is bringing his best friend."

"Great," I mocked, "Even more reason to lock myself in my room."

"Oh, hush, Y/n. Could you do me a favor and finish setting up the table," she asked, "I made them cookies and I need to make sure they don't burn."

My brother and I never talked after we left home, and I never felt the need to check on him since he'd never needed anything from me; all it took was one call to Mom, and his life was fixed- I could barely get her to send me five dollars for a pack of noodles, but, besides the trauma that followed the thought of him, I was more than intrigued by who his friend was. I wondered if they were a girl because that would mean another woman was trying to steal my mother's precious, and she would become Gollum in a millisecond; It would be a visit to remember.

"They're here," My mom shouted.

They arrived just as I finished with the table; I walked into the foyer to find the front door wide open. My mother harassed my brother outside as I stepped out; she held him down onto his car with all her strength and attacked him with kisses. I couldn't see his guests' faces as they retrieved their stuff from the trunk, and the person did not look like a girl. My mother hadn't had a heart attack, so it was safe to assume they were a guy.

"Mom, stop," my brother whined, "You're embarrassing me."

"I missed you so much," she rambled, "How could you leave me?"

"Hey Ma,"  I shouted, "Didn't you say you made Reese and his friend cookies?"

"Oh, right," she screeched.

She released him and rushed inside like an animal. I strolled over to the car and hugged my brother.

"Thanks, sis," Reese praised, "You are a lifesaver."

"No problem," I replied, "If I were you, I'd hurry and get your shit before she comes back; do you need any help?"

"Nah, I'm good," he replied, "Hey dude, what about you?"

My jaw dropped immediately as his friend looked at me. I felt like I was in a movie scene where they revealed the hot neighbor; all it was missing was the overdramatic music and the special effects. An absolute heartstopper with the face of a God. How the fuck was he my brother's best friend? He was well put together and smelled like nice cologne, unlike my brother, who still reeked with the scent of axe; he had substituted showers with that body spray since 8th grade.

"I think I'm good," his friend replied, "But thanks for the offer. I'm Kyle, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Kyle," I responded, "I'm Y/n."