Lust is real. Love is corny. God, did you know you make me so horny? [COMPLETED]

The plan.

~ Aidens POV.

I couldn't stop thinking about her, 

"You said its over 

I said "that's ok 

I wasn't in to you anyway" 

I told you "lately 

you irritate me your laugh is too loud 

you're the last girl I'd look at 

if you were in a crowd" 

Could you tell? 

I was lying and hiding the truth away 

and what I really wanted to say "

These lyrics by Darius Campbell roared from my ear buds into my ear.

How could I be so stupid? 

I scolded myself.

It's been almost 3 months, and I still couldn't get her out of my mind. 

I cannot believe it took my this long to realize I was lying to myself.

I didn't need any other girl. 

I truly do love her.

My eyes widened at that word.

Love. 

Sure, I've said it before. I just never, truly realized what it meant.

Honestly, admitting this scares me. It's basically like putting a gun up to my head and counting to three with my finger on the trigger. 

Now, that word, love, made so much more sense to me. 

It made me realize that Brookelle's smile was more then just a simple smirk. It was like the sun's beating gaze glistening on water. Dancing happily. When she was happy, so was I. 

"Hurtful words,

From my enemies of the last five years,

What's it like to die alo-" 

"Hello?" 

"Hi. Aiden." My brother sneered over the phone. 

Jesus. I don't even think of him as my brother for god's sake.

"Yes?" 

Try not to let you're hatred show. 

I mentally thought to myself.

"Guess what I have awaiting you?" 

"Let me guess. You finally got your dick enlarged. Congrat's." Clearly, he understood my bored tone.

"Brookelle, simmer down now."  Jeremy's amused voice rang short, 

when a deathly scream erupted. 

"Where are you?" I was surprised as to how deadly my voice sounded.

"Old ware-house on 83rd. 3 hours."

I couldn't get my last words in, all I heard was the buzzing of the dead line. 

Fuck a dick in the mouth of a whore with fucking gonha-fucking-ria.

I mumbled.

"Aiden?" A surpirsed voice answered. 

"Damien. I'm saying this one, and only once .." And with that, I told the one man I trusted, my plan. 

-2 hours later.-

"So you want me to go what?" Damien's eyes widened while spitting out his coffee. 

Same old Damien,  blue eyes, brown hair. 

Basically looked like a pretty boy, but then again, who was I to kid?

Pretty boy's my middle name. 

"I want you to take my MP40. Worst comes to worst. Shoot anyone that doesn't look like me, nor the girl."

How hard was that to understand?

He's shot people before. I mean, he was my protector as Prince. Both of us had to take military courses. Damien joined the actual force, leaving me without someone to guard me. Of course, I could have gotten a new guard, but never found the need of one.

Then again, I haven't seen him in a couple years.

"Aiden" he said, blue eyes turning soft.

"I'm a changed man. I have a 22 month old daughter, Ellie, and a gorgeous wife who accepts my past." 

"But, Damien. You don't understand. I'm in l-l-" 

"You're stuttering?" His face shocked. 

"I'm in love." I finished. Not stuttering this time. Just trying to prove him wrong.

The look on his face was priceless.

As if he was slapped across the face by a mouldy fish and being rejected by Megan Fox herself. 

Suddenly, he was grinning from ear to ear. 

He has a nice smile.

WAIT. What the flying fuck?

I flipped shit. 

I'm not even fucking gay! 

This plan is getting the best of me. 

I frowned, half upset and half pissed off.

So much for the bro code, eh Jeremy?