Good Luck Anna

Confession

 Anna

    When I drag my hungover butt out of bed it's way after lunch my stomach churns with nausea, Alex is scowling at Edward's housewarming gift, a new coffee maker. His eyes meet mine both corners of his lips kicking up, "Good morning wood chipper."

  I growl at him, quickly pressing my hands to the side of my head as my it thumps in time with my pulse. Alex just shakes his head opening the medicine cupboard sliding painkillers across the breakfast bar accompanied with a glass of water.

  Turning back to the oven he clicks on the heat, "bacon will help with the hangover." Jumping onto one of the bar stools I lay my face against the cool counter top sighing loud.

  We end up eating our bacon sandwiches while watching Parks and Rec –we finished all the project runway we could currently get – I feel even when we finish all the episodes of this it will always be a comfort show for me.

  My empty plate it taken then replaced with a cup of chamomile tea. I'm sure that Alex wouldn't judge me if I told him so when he flops down on the couch next to me with a huge mug of coffee, my decision is already made.

  Swallowing hard, turning to face Alex I say, "can we talk?" He pauses the T.V giving me his full attention, waiting for me to continue. Taking in a long breath makes worry crack his features.

Rip it off like a plaster, he will be understanding. "I've got something to tell you... I'm Bisexual." Like the coward that I am my eyes instantly close not wanting to see his expression.

  "Cool, thank you for telling me." His voice is so casual that my eyes spring back open, Alex looks the same as always, soft smile curving the corner of his lips.

  "Wait that's it?" I gasp astonished.

  Confusion grips him when he rushes out, "sorry, eh... when did you know? Is there anything I can do to support you with this?"

  My mouth hangs open, "so your just fine with it?" slips out before I can stop myself.

  Alex jolts back sounding genuinely offended when he says, "you thought I wouldn't be."

   Shame, I'm wracked with pure shame. Of course, he would accept me, Alex is not him. Trying desperately to do some damage control and stammering out, "no... no, but." Slamming my jaw closed, is the only way to keep the rest of the word vomit from making an appearance.

  "But, what? Tell me please." Alex takes my hands giving them a reassuring squeeze. Fuck how can I resist that.

  We don't often speak about mum, since it just ends with us both miserable but there is one person who is completely blacklisted... Dad.

  Groaning well aware I'm about to ruin the whole day, I open my mouth letting it all spill out. "Dad kept trying to set me up with his friends son's whenever we went to the country club so after a particularly shit date with Sean Patrick, I told dad."

  Sighing loud finishing with "he told me I just hadn't met the right guy yet."

  Simmering rage bubbles on Alex's face when he growls, "Julien is a fucking idiot, you can like whoever you want and if that ends up being a woman then that's entirely fine with me, fuck anyone who disagrees."

  My chin wobbles, that is all I ever wanted to hear from dad, but it had to be my brother who said it instead. Why are our lives like this.

   Alex scoffs "Sean Partick, hell he could at least try and pimp you out to someone decent, that whole family are a bunch of weasels."

  "Eh, well I know that now" Heat floods my face giving me away.

  "No, you fucking didn't. Anna you can do a hundred times better that that tit."

  "Yeah, yeah, I know I have shit taste. It's improved since then don't worry." Another flash of teeth makes my embarrassment worth it.

   "Oh really... does that have anything to do with who's lipstick was smeared across your neck last night." Alex raises an eyebrow as my embarrassment turns to full blown mortification.

  Hiding under my blanket murmuring, "perhaps."

  Alex joins me in my mortification chamber, "well go on then. What is she like?"

   Bloody hell I really lucked out with my brother didn't I. "She is gorgeous, like seriously the best looking girl in school, but she only talks to me when she is drunk... and last night she seemed... disgusted." I mutter to myself more than anything else.

  He mulls it over for a second then says, "are you sure she was disgusted? You were pretty drunk last night, could you have maybe misread her?"

   Thinking through my fuzzy memories, it is possible that I got it wrong. I'm still thinking it through when he adds "ask her tomorrow, maybe she is just shy but I don't like that she only talks to you when she's drunk." He ruffles my hair flashing me another glimmer of teeth. "You are far too brilliant to be someone's drunken secret."

  Grinning like a madwoman I launch my arms around his neck, "yes you are right I will talk to her tomorrow, thank you Alex."

  He gives me a squeeze adding "but if it goes well tomorrow, hang a sock on the door handle or something so I don't walk in on you both."

   Hysterical laughter explodes from me as I barely manage wheeze out "deal." Alex truly is incredible.