Keeping Steady (re-writing)

Chapter three

CHELSEA

I was currently dancing around the kitchen to an old One Direction song, as I made myself some breakfast, which were basically just some toast and eggs and bacon. I had enjoyed a simple meal like that my whole life, seeing as I didn't grow up in a rich family and we only had just enough money. Well, that was before my mom married Phillip.
     Not that I really minded. 

As I swung my hair around and did the air guitar, I heard steps coming down the stairs but decided to ignore it and continue dancing, seeing as I assumed it might just have been my mom waking up and going for a cup of coffee. 
     I began singing along too, as I flipped the eggs over. "Would he love you like I would?" I sang as I spun around, coming face to face with none other than Brandon, making me jump slightly. 
     "Nice moves," He joked as he grabbed one of my toast out of the toaster, that had just declared them finished.
     I shot him my best glare as I reached out towards my piece of bread, which he succeeded to take a bite out of, earning a grunt from me. "That was mine," I stomped my food on the ground, acting like a child who didn't get the toy they wanted at the store. 
    "Too bad," He said as he walked towards the door, that someone had just knocked on. 

He greeted someone at the door, which I assumed was a guy seeing as they did the guy hug/handshake thing. And also, his voice sounded quite masculine. And sexy, I thought to myself as I went to creep on them, excited to see if he's friend as hot as he sounded. 
     As I came in view, and the guy did too, I was immediately stood still, not believing who was standing right in front of me. To say that I knew they were friends would be a lie, because I had never seen Brandon with anyone other than girls at school, seeing as he would sleep around with everything that had a heartbeat. 
     "Chelsea?" The guy said confused, looking at me with questioning eyes. Suddenly his face lit up and he slightly punched Brandon on the shoulder. "Nice score dude," He said as he smirked at me, checking me out. 
     "Ew, he's my stepbrother you creep," I said as I placed my hand over my heart, faking disgust. To be honest I wouldn't ever mind sleeping with Brandon, if I had to be completely honest he's quite charming when he isn't farting and running around being disgusting. 
     "Of course, how could I forget," He said as he threw me a small smile. "Brandon here already told me about the annoying girl that just moved in with his father's new wife." Brandon sighed as he let his head fall. I guessed that this was something said in confidence, although I already knew he weren't so fond of me, and the feeling was mutual. He might be hot, but he's annoying as hell. 
    "Oh shut up Alexander," I said as I rolled my eyes at him. 

See, Alexander and I were childhood friends. Of course he was older, meaning we lost touch as soon as he started high school, and since then we hadn't really talked. 
     I had always had a small crush on him, seeing as he would protect my from anything and anyone all through my childhood. In some kind of way, he was my hero. And I would lie if I said I weren't said when he went off to high school two years before me, leaving me behind with no friends and bullies surrounding me everywhere I went. 
     I were never one to gain friends, so when I entered high school and found a few friends, I couldn't have been happier. But my biggest wish for high school never did come true - to befriend Alexander once again.
     And seeing as he was soon leaving for college and such, I might never get that chance. 

"Listen, I have to go hang out with this dude now," He said placing a hand on Brandon's shoulder, towering over him with at least half a head. "But I'll text you sometime so we can catch up, seems good?" He asked, looking at me with a genuine smile attached to his lips. 
     I nodded at his words. "Seems good," I finally said, as I watched Brandon grabbing his jacket and keys to his motorcycle before leaving with Alexander, leaving me alone to wonder what they might be up to. 

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