Hollywood's Badboy

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"Brandon! Stop it." I shrieked as he kept tickling me, giving me no mercy what so ever.

"No thanks, I'm having way to much fun right now." He whispered, attacking me again with the torturous weapons that he calls hands. I watched as his brown- blonde hair flipped around as he tortured me to death and his diamond blue eyes boring into my soul.

Brandon was my best friend since first grade, and practically the only guy my brothers would let me go around. Yea, they are that over protective. My brothers wouldn't let me go near any guy or girl that they didn't know personally and even though it was just annoying at times, I knew they were doing it to protect me, not torture me and ruin my social life.

After a while, he stopped, giving me a break and letting me breathe. I watched as he flopped back his perfectly tousled hair and ran his hands through it, puckering his lips in the slightest motion.

I know, I know, I shouldn't be noticing these things but I couldn't help it, I could seriously feel my self falling for him more and more each day.

It was nearly impossible to not fall for him, practically my whole school was heads over heels for him, who wouldn't be? He was impossibly perfect in just about everything. I tried as much as I could to stop falling for him, but I couldn't do it. I've spent practically my whole life with him as a friend and I knew that was all he would ever think of me as. His friend.

It's hard liking someone so much and having to think about them every single day even though you know that they probably haven't even thought of you once.

"Hey, Isabella. I'm home!" I heard Tyler, the youngest of all my brothers, scream to me from the garage.

"Come on, get up or else my brothers are going to think that we had a huge make out session or something." I saw Brandon roll his eyes at me but he complied and sat up on my bed.

I ran down the stairs towards the main entrance and then jumped on the couch, laughing while Brandon tried to keep up with me.

"Hey," I greeted Tyler in the living room down stairs.

"Hey Isabella, Brandon." They did that weird boy hug thingy then sat down on the couch, on either side of me. It was getting awkward because it felt weird, having your brother and your best friend sit there, both saying nothing to each other. It wasn't like they didn't talk or anything though, they were really close because Brandon came to our home often and when he did, Tyler was usually home as well.

"Is Nate coming home today or not?" I casually asked Tyler, hoping that he was.

"I don't think so, he's pretty caught up in New Jersey right now. He's probably staying at a hotel over there or something." I groaned at his response, well at least I had four more brothers to keep me company.

"Oh, but everyone else is, right?"

"Yea."

"I'm hungry, lets go eat something." Tyler complained while taking out his phone from his back pocket.

"Okay, where do you wanna eat?" I asked because I was hungry as well. I forgot to eat dinner tonight and now I was literally staving.

"Let's go eat pizza." Brandon suggested and we all nodded our heads in agreement.

"Go wait in the car guys." Tyler said and we complied without a fight because we both had no way to get there because Tyler was the only one with a car right now.

We walked towards the garage and as soon as I opened the door, Brandon's eyes widened in shock and excitement as his eyes landed on Tyler's new car.