Brotherly Bonding [BoyxBoy]

Brotherly Bonding- 11

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This is Tyler's POV!

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Ben and I get to work a half an hour early like we'd been told to. Still Wilhide sneers at us and snaps when we don't get behind the counter at lightening speed. We're supposed to be hearing an important announcement today. Like anything could be that interesting to us, in a place so cheer-deprived.

Ben walks sluggishly to his post. At yesterday supper he had been his usual chipper self, but when we'd set Aaron up on the couch and finally took his attention away, he'd been almost... Distant. Now the glassy look has returned. It's so unlike my cousin, he's always the more energenic between the two of us; and knowing me that's a very hard thing to be. His eyes look like he's moping. Something's definitly wrong.

"As you all know," Wilhide begins. "My little Samantha has arrived."

I snicker, not even trying to hide it. He glares and clears his throat. In my mind I've already decided 'little Samantha' is either an acne-stricken forever-virgin or a short little pudger. Poor, poor girl. If only Wilhide weren't wading in that gene pool!

"Shut it, Pace. Now, I don't want any funny business. And you know what I mean by funny business," he squints his bulldog eyes at me and Ben in turn, "Samantha will be working alongside you two, so show her the ropes and treat her better than you would your own brother, or whatever you idiots are to each other."

"Um, I-"

"And I was serious, Mister Pace," Wilhide states firmly, "No. Funny. Business."

"That won't be a problem, sir," I tell him, shooting a sly look toward my cousin and love. A slight smirk breaks through his reverie finally, and he agrees. "So where is the girl?"

I scan the room, my eyes falling on one of the people that had just come through the door. She has horribly dyed hair and evident rolls on her stomach, held taunt by a bright pink sweater. I swallow the bile growing in my throat and try to keep a straight face.

"She got here before you two slackers, Samantha dear!" I scrunch my eyebrows as he calls into the back room, obvious and sudden admiration leaking into his voice when he speaks her name. So that isn't her?

I slowly turn around, still watching as the plump woman in pink waits patiently behind my boss.

"I'm here, unc- I mean... Mister Wilhide." A light blush spreads across her cheek bones and she scratches a spot on her arm, uncomfortable. To say I'm shocked would be an extreme understatement. Worse than extreme, monstrous!

Samantha isn't acne-stricken, hell she isn't even the slightest bit overweight. Her facial features are almost feline and you can tell she has a curvy bust underneith the shapeless uniform. She smiles shyly as we both just take a minute to stare.

"Hot damn," Ben leans in and whispers. "If I wasn't more into guys and irrevocably in love, I'd be all over that shit."

He laughs quietly so no one else hears. The smile I can't repress hurts my face, and the heat of my blush makes me feel even more uncomfortable, but I don't really care.

"How poetic, Benny," I whisper back, then I elbow him in the ribs, saying, "And yeah, you better be in love. I don't care if she's beautiful, I'll slap a bitch."

That brings a real smile to his face, which fills me with my own happiness that I can cheer him up for at least the moment. The moment is ruined when The Bulldog gruffly begins yammering again. "Well Paces, introduce yourselves!"

Paces. God, asshole. "I'm Ben, my- ... cousin Tyler. Sorry," he amends, closing his eyes and shaking his head despairingly. Glancing back, I can see a new wave of fury consume Wilhide's whole body. He must think Ben's slip in speech was because of his niece, in all her obvious attractiveness. If only that ass could see what turns my Benny on. I could tell the pause was more him choking on another word, and fixing his mistake with 'cousin'.