My Brothers Best Friend. (Smosh Fan Fiction) (Short Story)

As I walked through the airport doors, towards my brother, Anthony, open arms,

“Oh Jess, I’ve missed you so much”, he spoke as he pulled me into a tight hug, “I’m so happy you could come for our wedding, Kalel will be so glad to see you”, he said as we broke the hug.

“Haha, so how have you guys been? I heard it’s been going alright…I skyped Kalel ok…”, I laughed at the end.

“Ha, wow…Um…I know this will sound awkward… but do you mind if you stay with Ian this weekend…me and Kalel don’t have a spare room…Its sort of full with…Mail and mail and clothes and more crap like that…”,

“Sure! I love Ian, he’s really cool!”, I replied as a worried look crossed Anthony’s face.

“Umm…Ya…Ok. Oh! Where are your bags? We should take them to the car”, He said sort of strangely.

“Um, Ok!”.

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As I watched the passing objects, outside my window, I rethought why I was here.

‘I was here because my brother was getting married to my old best friend’.

Why would I rather be at home than here?

‘All my friends are in England’

Besides the wedding why am I happy to be here?

‘Dad won’t be shouting at me’.

“Jess you ok. You look worried…”, Anthony asked me.

“Hmm? Ya, I’m fine”,

“Ok, because we are at Ian’s house now. You will be sleeping in my old bedroom”,

“Ok”, I said as we pulled into the drive way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~IN ZE HOUSE!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“JESS!!!”, Ian shouted as he came towards me with open arms.

“IAN!!!” I screamed back as we hugged.

“SOFA!!!”, Anthony shouted at the sofa as he feel, head first onto the sofa.

Me and Ian started to laugh as we broke the hug.

“So Ian, how are you. Any ladies in your life? Hmm?”, I said nudging him,

“Ha”, he laughed back sarcastically, “Unfortunately not…But what about you, a pretty girl like you MUST have a man in her life…yes?”, He finished with a question,

“Nope, no man. No man will ever be right for me. I think when I’m 80 I will be that old, crazy cat lady from the Simpsons”, I told him.

“Aww, that’s too bad. You would make a beautiful bride”, Ian said, but laughed at the end.

“I have to go home. But I’m gonna leave you two love birds here. See ya”, Anthony said leaving the house before either of us could stop him.

“So it’s just me and you now…”, I said sort of awkwardly,

“I guess it is…do you want some food or something?”, he replied,

“Um…no, I’m fine, we have a rehursal dinner later so I think there’s a buffet there”,

“Ya, you’re probably right”,

“Ian, I am never wrong, the queen is never wrong. If I say there is a buffet there will be a buffet”, I said in my poshest voice

“Oh, so you go and live in England for a year or two, and suddenly you’re the queen of England? Well I must be on my way, so your highness won’t fall over the buffet”, Ian replied in a posh, English accent at the end, as he went to leave the room.

“No! King Ian, don’t leave, I will be lonely”, I said in my normal voice,

“Ok Queen Jess…wait…where am I king of?”, Ian asked,

“Umm…OF THIS WHOLE HOUSE!!!”, I told him. His whole face lit up,

“ER MER GERD. PEASENT PICK UP THAT PIECE OF PAPER!!!”, he commanded the air,

“Yes, you keep trying”, I smiled at him, “Any ways, where is ma bedroom?”, I asked him,

“Down the hall and the first door to your…right…ya, your right”, he told me, unsure.

“Ok thanks”, I said as I picked up my bags and walked to my room.

^^^^^^^^^AFTER EVERYTHING IS UN PACKED AND AFTER THE PRACTICE DINNER J^^^^^^^^^^

We pulled into Ian’s drive way. With only me and Ian. Just us. I felt uncomfortable…why? Because I think I like him… I know, but I did know him for as long as Anthony knows him. To be honest I have liked him for ages, just now is it coming back…

;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’IAN POV (POINT OF VIEW);’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;’;

I’m just fighting the urge to lean over to her and press my lips against her. Thank god were home, I’m just gonna go to bed and pretend that I don’t like her…what I talking,  I don’t like herm I love her…

But she doesn’t feel the same, no way could I ever be with her, I’m just fooling myself…

Ok, don’t kill me. I have been working on ideas for stories, it really late at night, like 1:31 in the morning…like just after mid night, meaning…TOMMOROW IS CHRISTMAS…ITS CHRISTMAS EVE…HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHIWRHIJN\SIFVJNKFVIfbjknd

Ok…calm down Sarah…sorry I just love Christmas. But I have had serious writers block, I mean stuff happening at school, and then the internet was just there…and I had somethings to find… and my power went out because of a stupid storm in Ireland and also I had to put this up as quick as I could because outside is another storm and then my sister got engaged so ya, lots of stuff. But love you all so much,

-Sarah

BROTAYTO.