It's Terribly Perfect.

18. It's Terribly Perfect: There's too Much Damn Love in the Air.

Surprise and confusion pretty much explains the exactly feeling coursing through me right now.

Picture this: Coming home from getting hot chocolate where you made an ass of yourself by basically telling someone who could be the one who raped you that you were done with them, and seeing a sight you never thought you would ever see in your entire life. Ever.

But you do see it. And no matter how much you scrub your eyes with soap or chemical acid, it can never be unseen.

“We, uh, didn’t hear you come in,” my red-faced brother stuttered, looking at me with wide green eyes and pulling me from my thoughts. I narrow my eyes.

“Apparently not!” I yell, outstretching my arms and waving my hands around like a loon.

“Kayse, we can explain,” Arin piped up, saying the words carefully as if she were talking to a toddler. “Really, it’s not what it looks like,” she insisted, stepping closer to me. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“Really?” I smiled at her in an evil sort of way, walking the distance to stand in front of her. “Because it looked like you were playing tonsil hockey with my little brother! On our new couch for Christ’s sake!” I spat, a look of bewilderment crossing my face.

Yes, the horrible scene I walked into was my best friend and my younger brother making out on the sofa, touching and feeling each other up, disgusting sounds coming from the both of them.

“He’s fifteen! He should not have my best friend’s tongue down his throat! Hell, he shouldn’t even know what all you can do with tongues!” I shriek.

“Okay, Kasynne, ew, just stop,” Tyler pleaded, shutting his eyes tight and shaking his head fiercely. I glared at him then looked over at Arin who was blushing profusely. I eyed them both skeptically.

“How long has this been going on?” I growled. They were quiet for a good five minutes before I stamped my foot, “How long?”

“Since two days before Luke’s accident,” Tyler mumbled, looking down at his shuffling feet.

“That long?” I spat, glancing between them. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We were going to!” Arin whined. “But we didn’t know how to. We were afraid that you’d act like this and not approve.” I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I did so.

“So this isn’t just a make out session? You guys are really . . . what? Together? As in, like, a couple?” They shyly nodded their heads in unison.

My very best friend.

And my younger brother.

Together.

Kissing.

Touching.

Ew.

“Ew,” I said, voicing my thoughts. They both cracked a smile and I could help but laugh lightly. Who would’ve ever thought? They did actually make a cute couple if you push away the part about their connections to me.

“So do you approve?” Arin questioned timidly. I thought about it, tapping my foot and squinting my eyes.

“As long as you promise to never, and I mean never lock lips if front of me,” I threw my hands up in the air, “then go nuts! If you’re happy with each other then I’m happy for you guys.”

‘Aw,” Tyler dragged out mockingly in a high pitched voice. “Kayse, how sweet,” he cooed, clasping his hands together in front of his chest, sending me a silly smirk. Arin whacked him upside the head.