My Brothers Best Friend (Updated Jayy Von Monroe Fanfiction)

Chapter One

I was sitting in my freshly cleaned room, watching anime on my phone. I had just started Death Note and was already hooked.

I was so focused on my screen that I didn't notice someone knocking on my door, or that someone walking in my room, or them screaming my name.

Whoops.

They finally got my attention by throwing something at me. I looked up with a startled expression.

I seen my idiotic brother laughing at my reaction. I sighed loudly and paused my show.

"What the hell do you want? I'm trying to watch something," I looked over to see what he threw.

It was a little bouncy ball, " And throw something at me in my own room again and I'll open a can of whoop ass."

He just smirked and shook his head, "You ain't gonna do shit. And I have a purpose for coming in here. It wasn't just to annoy you, even though I love doing that. I came to tell you that I am leaving and that I need you to go to the store for me."

I looked at him like he had grown another head, "I'm not your bitch. Do it yourself."

He stomped like a toddler not getting their way.

Wow real mature.

"Please! I have to go, I have an interview. I'll give you 70 dollars. My stuff shouldn't cost more than 30. You can have the rest."

I sighed in defeat, "Fine. But you own me blow job.".

He cringed at the name, "Stop calling me that. It's J Bigga. So it would make more since to call me JB."

I shook my head, "no I like BJ better. Now get out of my room so I can change unless you want me going in boxers and no bra."

He made an 'ew' noise and laid the money on my desk then walked out.

I fell back on my pillows and groaned. I don't wanna leave this heaven on earth aka my bed.

I knew that he was going to take a couple of hours on his interview, so I have time to take a shower.

I threw my legs over the bed, grabbing my phone, and slowly made my way to my connected bathroom.

I had a speaker built in the bathroom, so I plugged my phone up to it. You Stupid Girl by Framing Hanley began to blare through them.

I smiled in approval and began to shed my ex's boxers (haha stupid bastard) and my tank top.

I hopped in the shower and washed my hair, face, and body. Once finished, I wrapped a towel around my head and I used one to dry off.

I began to search for an outfit after putting on underwear and a bra.

After scoping through my wardrobe, I threw a pair of white, shredded, skinny jeans and a Marilyn Manson crop top.

I quickly applied makeup and blow dried my faded red hair.

I need to get hair dye.

I put on my leather chocker and brush my hair out. Last I put on my black converses.

I grabbed my phone out of the bathroom, a cigarette and lighter out of my drawer, the money and list BJ left, and my keys.

As soon as I stepped out the door, I lit my cigarette.

I don't smoke very often, maybe once every two months. I didn't do it enough to get hooked, so a pack lasted me a long time. However BJ didn't know of my secret stashed away because he would flip shit.