Always the brothers best friend

1.

BETH

"Sawyer get in my car!" I yelled out the Window. He looked at me and did a nasty half grin that made every girl weak at her knees, well every girl but me. Okay, that's not exactly the truth. I honestly have been in love with this man since I was 8. Typical story, brothers best friend, couldn't be together because I was the innocent farmers child and he was literally raised in a bar, no joke. His father owned the only bar here in Willow Smoke, Alabama.

"Beth, just leave me alone and get your little ass back home before curfew," he said laughing.

"I'm 22 Sawyer, I haven't had a curfew in 4 years, now get in my car," I yelled. He stared at me and I stared back. "Hey, it's either me taking you somewhere or I will call Braden to come get you himself. Do you really want me to disturb his night with Elena?" I asked knowing that using my brother would be a soft spot.

"Shit Beth, fine ill get in your car," he said defeated. He plopped down in the front seat and turned on the CD player. A sly smile came across his lips and he looked over at me.

"What? Can't I listen to Fall Out Boy and not be judged for it?" I asked. He let out a loud laugh and held up his hands like he surrendered. I smiled and turned my head to look straight at the road.

"So, do you think he loves her? Elena I mean, do you think she's the one for him?" He asked. I felt my lips make a straight line. Elena use to be known as the town slut. When you put her with the hard working, innocent, almost perfect, brother of mine, then I don't think they go together well at all. Yes, Elena was sweet and she is really trying to change since shes been with Braden, but I still remember her picking on me from ages 6 to 15, at first it was just jokes about my hair and how I was in farmers classes while other girls were in hair design or nursing classes. I didn't care, I liked being able to rope a calf better then any of the boys in my class. Then when we got older its because I was a virgin, I never had a boyfriend, and I had never been kissed. Well, I had been kissed before when I turn 13, but I couldn't tell anyone about it, the boy in this car made me swear because he knew my brother would beat him. "What are you thinking about that made those plump lips go flat?" He asked in his southern drawl.

"You're drunk, why did your father let you leave his bar drunk when he knew your momma would beat your ass when you got home?" I asked looking over at him. His mouth dropped open and his eyes got wide.

"Did little miss Beth Summons just say ass? Well my oh my, let me look outside, are there pigs flying that I don't know about?" He asked giving another half grin.

I looked him square in the eyes and said, "I'm not a little girl anymore Sawyer, I haven't been for awhile." I turned up a dirt road and he looked over at me.

"This is not my house Beth," he said.

"I know it's not your house, it's mine. I am not about to let miss MaryAnne see you drunk on her front porch. Now get out of my car and lets get you some coffee," I said parking the car.

"How is your brother going to feel about us having a little sleepover," he said looking at me sobering up.

"We'll he would beat your ass and just ask me if I'm okay," I said. He laughed again and smiled wide.

"You said ass you dirty little girl, what happened to the little ole innocent Beth that use to slap me in the face just because I said slut? Slut isn't even a bad word. Or the girl that gave me a bible when I told her I lost my virginity to Brittany Blake in the 10th grade? That girl use to crack me up from her innocence," he said looking at me seriously this time.

"Well Sawyer, she grew up. She went to college and moved to Florida where she was surrounded by men that cursed and drank and partied and brought over sluts every other night. I am not 16 anymore, learn that, and if I remember correctly you gave me some pretty intense descriptions about your first time and I was just going into my freshman year of high school. You needed some Jesus," I said. He looked at me very intensely.