His Dirty Little Secret (on hold.)

Prologue | Brother Bear Can't Find Love.

a/n | Well this should be good. My first book from a boy's POV! I hope this doesn't end up as a total disaster. Anyway, enjoy this book. -Racaiah :) 5 VOTES UNTIL I POST THE NEXT CHAPTER (which has already been written so this is all up to you guys)

 Photo: Austin

Prologue | Brother Bear Can't Find Love.

"God damn it, Austin," my sister whined, "why can't you just settle down with someone already? You're twenty three and alone."

I shrugged carelessly, "No one catches my eye."

She pursed her lips in frustration, "Why don't I make someone catch your eye, then?"

I turned toward her, cocking my eyebrow with sudden interest, "Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that?"

She stuck her finger up in the air and squealed with delight, "I propose a challenge!" I make no attempt to suppress my annoyed groan. Oh, great. Another one of Jennette's challenges. See, she was pretty and all--oh, who was I kidding, she was gorgeous. She was a twenty nine year old who looked more like a twenty one year old, happily married with two twin boys, and still had guys hitting on her on a day-to-day basis. But although she was tall, fit, and had the same unique combo of black hair and blue eyes as my mum, there was no denying it--she was weird. Others might call it spunky, outgoing, whatever; but me? No. My sister is straight-up crazy.

Still, though. We, as in whoever she proposed a challenge to, would always end up doing it. Because she's Jennette. And what Jennette wants, Jennette gets.

"Be more optimistic than that, Austin!" She slapped me on the chest, trying to sound intimidating and drastically failing.

"Alright," I plaster the fakest smile on my face, "what's your challenge, sissy dearest?"

She rolls her eyes at me, a grin tugging at her lips, "I rent you a house, condo, whatever. Fill it with six girls, all brunettes with dark eyes, don't worry--"

"Wait," I interrupt, earning a glare from her, "Why brunettes with dark eyes?" I cock my head to the side like a confused puppy.

She scoffs, "Oh, come on, bro. We both know that's your type."

"It is not!" I deny.

"Michelle, Renee, Jane, Tammy, Kayla... must I say more?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.

She was, as always, right. All those names, they were all names belonging to the girls I've dated in the past.  And they all had the same characteristics: brown hair and dark eyes. I wish I were normal and could easily say that it's because that's just my type of girl, as Jennette had said, but that would be a lie.

I liked brunettes with dark brown eyes because of a girl I met one night, about two years ago. A girl who had changed my life forever... I shook away the thought, not wanting to relive the memory.

Now, I'm not, in the least, what you would characterize as a "player." Or maybe I am. Depends on your definition of the word. I, personally, would call it a fear of commitment. Because that's exactly what it was. I was afraid to settle down. For multiple reasons. What if it all falls apart? What if she's not the girl for me? What if she leaves me for someone else, someone better? What if she cheats on me? What if I don't reach her standards for Mr. Perfect? 'What if' questions swirled around in my already crowded mind. Man, I have got to stop asking myself those kinds of things.

"So this is like some stupid reality show," I say, furrowing my eyebrows in annoyance.

She nodded enthusiastically. "So will you do it?" My sister asked, hope gleaming in her ice, blue eyes.

I paused for a second, contemplating whether I should or shouldn't. Then again, I knew if I rejected her idea, she'd throw a fit. I just couldn't win with this girl, so I promptly nodded and sighed dramatically, "Fine."

"Great. We'll start in a week! Pack your bags, brother, and get ready to fall in love." She winked, skipping upstairs happily. Little did she know, I was incapable of falling in love. Not since her... I frowned. I didn't have the time or energy to be remembering things like her. I went upstairs to pack my bags.

One Week Later //

Today's the day, I thought miserably. The day my life crashes and burns. "Alright," my sister said, interrupting my negative thoughts, "The next ten days are considered bootcamp."

I raised my eyebrow, "How so?"

"Each day, you go on a date with one of the girls. Get to know her. Then I'll gather them all, and you, into one house. You'll stay there with them for as much time as it takes to narrow it down to one girl."

I can already tell I'm not going to enjoy this. "Why did I agree to this?" I ask out loud, groaning. 

She glared at me, "Because you're sick of being a loser, maybe?" I tried to stay serious, but a grin was tugging at my lips. I loved my sister, and I loved how she still had her inner child intact despite being a  mother, married woman, and adult.

In the end, I gave in and smiled at her like an idiot, which she returned. "Alright, so where do we start?" I ask, rubbing my hands together in mock enthusiasm.

"Tonight," she replied, a devious smile forming on her face.