My Best Friend's Brother

The Murderer

"Rose..Rose, are you even listening to me?" My best friend, Bree Coles, said. "Rose!" She slapped my cheek.

I shook my head out of my thoughts and turned my attention to my sometimes annoying, but totally lovable, bestie. "Huh? Yeah..Yeah I was listening."

She folded her arms and leaned back on the couch in front of me. "Oh really? Then what was I talking about?"

I shrugged. "Frogs?"

Bree laughed and shook her head. "Yes, Rose. I was totally talking about wanting to kiss a frog."

I shrugged again and drifted off towards the amazingly adorable boy sitting at the table in the other room, listening to music while doing his homework. I watched the way he bobbed his head up and down while tapping his foot to his country music. Everyone in the Coles family seemed to be somewhat of a country person. Bree acted country, but she didn't wear cowboy boots or plaid shirts, like you would think most would do. She wore basketball shorts and white T-shirts and other times wore girly jeans with a girly shirt. Her two brothers, Jake and Dustin, were like that too. Jake wasn't really country, but he only listened to country music. He's one year older then Bree and I, and we're fifteen. Dustin, on the other hand wasn't too country, bt he was half-way there. He wore wrecked and dirty jeans while wearing a T-shirt. He was three years older then me, so he was eighteen.

Today, though, he was dressed in blue basketball shorts and a plain black T-shirt that was slightly ripped on the side from being tugged around a lot. Most of his clothes were ripped or tarnished in someway because of how much him and Jake fight. It's not because they're mad at eachother, but because they're stupid and randomly decide 'Hey, you talked to me. Now I'm going to beat you until you tell me I rule.' And so begins the wrestling tournament.

I continued watching Dustin as he walked around the kitchen table, since the kitchen and living room were seperated by only different flooring, the livling room was carpet and the kitchen, tile. He stopped suddenly, as if he was thinking about something then skipped behind the couch, which helped sperate the kitchen and livling room, and lightly slapped me on the back of the head as he walked to the stairs that led to his room.

"Hey!" I said, trying to be angry, but just couldn't help a smile from cracking.

"Hey!" He mimicked.

"What was that for?"

"For sittin' on my couch."

I raised my eyebrows in amusment. "It isn't your couch."

Dustin snorted playfully. "Yeah. And that ain't my pair of short your sitting on. On my couch."

"Ain't is bad grammar." I smiled.

"Your bad grammar." He said.

I chuckled and furrowed my eyebrows. "That made no sense!"

"I don't gotta make sense! I'm Dustin Coles!" He then skipped down the stairs singing, 'I'm Dustin, Dustin...I'm Dustin Coles!'

A laugh escaped my mouth and I shook my head, turning to look at Bree who was consentrating on texting someone on her iPod. I reached over and grabbed my bag, then grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was almost ten and I had school tomorrow. I really dreaded school, but the only thing that made it worth the suffering, is runing into Dustin, who just so happens to have a locker right next to mine.

"Hey, Bree. I gotta get home. Can someone drive me?" I asked, putting my things into my bag.

"Dustin!" She screamed, not even bothering to look up from her iPod.

"What!" He screamed back.

"Take Rose home!"

"Why?"