Hey ya’ll.
I know you must all hate me. How long has it been? Almost a year? Or has it already hit the year mark? Regardless, I’m sorry for leaving you all hanging. I went through some stuff that was really hard to deal with and I stopped writing completely.
BUT…here’s another chapter. You guys probably forgot all about this story, but for some reason I finally—finally—felt like writing. It was like a weird feeling that compelled me to sit in front of my computer and see where it took me. And it took me here. My characters finally felt like enough was enough! It isn’t very long, but hey, something is something, right?
So, here it is. I hope you guys enjoy this latest installment of MGBFB.
Thanks and Happy Readings! (:
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My Gay Best Friend’s Brother: Chapter Nine
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Cory’s POV:
I couldn’t help myself when I found the albums filled with pictures of me and Calli when we were younger. Most of them had been taken by my mom so that doubled the emotional baggage that surrounded them.
The binding was falling apart, but it was to be expected; it had been in storage this whole time. After finding out that my mom was sick, and then telling Calli to get out of my life…I didn’t want the memories around me. Couldn’t really.
Sighing, I turned over the cover. Immediately, a picture of Calli and I was presented. We were roughly seven or eight and I had a disgusted look on my face as Calli kissed my cheek. And despite the amount of longing I felt for something I had pushed away, I found myself smiling. Calli had always managed to do that. Make me smile, that is. Always. Which is why the day I told her to leave me alone was the day I made the biggest mistake of my life. That day, five years ago, was the bane of my existence. I remembered it like it was yesterday—unfortunately. It was ingrained so deep in me that I doubt it would ever cease to be on the forefront of my mind.
I could still see the tears in her eyes, the way she had sounded when she said she didn’t understand. Her begging him not to—
I slammed the album shut. This wasn’t somewhere I wanted to be. I put it back into the box and picked up my phone. My fingertips grazed over the buttons, reading to call Calli. She needed to know how I felt—how I still feel about her. Then maybe, when the time came, I wouldn’t have any regrets.
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Calli’s POV:
Deep breath in, exhale out. The mantra kept repeating through my head as I walked the short distance to the bench that had become me and Finn’s get away from life. I saw him almost immediately—I always did. He was definitely something to be seen.
Too bad he’s gay.
Or, another voice said quickly in my head, not.
The “or not” was where the problem lay. If he wasn’t gay it meant that Finn had lied to me our entire friendship. If he was gay, however, it meant that he was still untouchable for me.
