My brother's bestfriend

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I hated seeing him with them, his hoes he had on speed dial for if he ever needed a quick fix, not because i'm necessarily jealous because i have a major crush on him but because Joel Cowley has no public decency. He'll make out with anyone and everyone on live television and still not be ashamed or worry about who saw it. Joel Cowley is your typical jackass, jock who spends his time either playing football, getting laid or getting drunk. 

The thing is if I called him or any of his hoes out on it, I'd be a hypocrite. It'd be telling him off for being such a man whore, when all I wanna be is the one making out with him at a party- not anything serious just fun. 

Fun is a word that can be interpreted very differently for example some people find fun playing video games or chess, others sport or dance or painting, however some people- people like Joel find fun in going to parties every weekend, staying up till 3am on a school night, haggling with drug dealers because we can't afford to buy weed full price, skipping class, and hooking up with guys and not giving a shit if he leaves you on read. He used to tell me that to have fun is to be free, no ties, no nothing. It's like that movie Crossroads, they didn't really have a clue what they were doing, they just got up and left and ended up having the time of their lives. Except for that one girl who lost her-

I've downed four beers in the last 38 and a half minutes, it's not a record but it's not too bad. I take the final sip of number 5 and slightly stagger over to where my best friend is dancing to some Drake song. Half of the guys in the room are watching her, if she was sober she'd get embarrassed but Evelyn is a big slut when she gets drunk so she's purposely shaking her ass in front of all of them.  No doubt she'll wake up in the morning next to some idiot football player and regret all of her decisions. 

Evelyn James has been my best friend since birth, we were born on the same day, in the same hospital- our mothers were friends before we were born but that was back when they were in middle school and the insane cliché that is our small world so happened to bring them back together on the day of our birth. It was me, her, and my brother Miles until we were like eight and my brother finally decided to make a friend- Joel Cowley. Then it became a foursome not a trio- we called ourselves the Fantastic Four because Joel liked the movies. 

We were all best friends up until the start of high school, Evelyn got hot and wanted to become a cheerleader but she didn't want to do that alone so I got dragged into it too, and Joel and Miles got recruited to the football team. Once freshman year started people thought it was wierd for us all to still hang out together completley casually so we stopped.

"Teeeesssaaaaa!" Evelyn says in a fake Australian accent, "Did you know that Jake's grandma is Kylie Minogue?"

"Yeah Eve, Kylie Minogue doesn't even have kids." I say starting to move my hips to the music.

"Jakey you liar," she says hitting him on the arm.

Jake shrugs obviously drunk as well and pulls Evelyn closer to him. And within twenty minutes they've made their way upstairs into god knows who's bedroom, and I feel like I'm gonna pass out. I stumble out of the front door and attempt to clamber into the back of my brothers truck but fail miserably and land on my ass. 

I hear a familiar laugh, "What do you wantttt?" I say to him trying to get back onto my feet.

"What are you doing on the floor?" he says taking the cigarette out of his mouth, "It ain't looking comfy, just stoney."

I roll my eyes at him and stand back up, rolling my mini skirt back down after realising I'd partially flashed my brother's best friend. "Where's Milesss?"

"He's staying here tonight, it's Staci's house so-"

"Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Don't want to know." I state.