Lingerie • jariana

T h i r t y - Two

Justin ;

I couldn't believe it.

How could i not have seen it?

He's my brother! How did I miss that huge detail.

My brother way gay.

Yeah, that's right, I overheard everything, isn't my fault the door was cracked.

I couldn't help but listen in, when I heard my name in it. Especially if Ariana was in there, I thought they were talking about our fight.

I'm sure they did, but I walked in on a whole different conversation, I wasn't prepared for.

I mean.. he thought I'd disown him? That I'd hate him?

He my little brother.

I'll love him no matter what he does, what he says, who he loves. Even if it a boy.

It was hard to wrap my mind around the fact he liked boys, but I could get used to it.

I could handle it, for him.

But what I couldn't handle, is the little fucker he 'loved' has been bullying him for two years.

I don't care if he's the one who stabbed or not, he participated, he's just as guilty as the rest.

Little fucker.

I took a deep breath, trying to find my chill. I opened the door, and walked in.

Jaxon looked up at me, and Ariana turned and looked at me.

"Hey," I said.

She looked away, and Jaxon waved at me. "Hey Jay," he smiled.

"How you doing buddy, I missed you," I walked over to the other side of the bed, and hugged him gently.

"I'm doing a lot better, thanks for coming back to see me, and I missed you too,"

"Of course I'm here man, I'm your brother, I'm here for you, always," I tell him. I take the doctor's swivel chair, and pull it up to his bed.

"I'm gonna go, I'll be back later," Ariana speaks up, standing to her feet.

God, how is she so beautiful, without any sleep in almost 24 hours?

"Where you going?," I ask her curiously.

She looks at me, and raises an eyebrow.

"Oh.. you talking to me?," she asks, pointing at herself.

I nod slowly.

"Well.. that really none of your damn business, now is it?" She asked

"Ariana..–"

"It's not like your my boyfriend or anything," she says sassily.

Okay, I deserved that.

"I'll be back soon Jax, don't miss me too much," she teases, pressing her lips to his forehead.

He smiles.

"Too late for that, cuz I don't want you to go," he tells her.

She runs her hand through his hair soothingly. "I'll be back, okay?,"