Finding The Truth Is Hard

OKay, so this is my first story on wp, ive written plenty before, but obviously im nervous, because this is the first im putting on here. And its a new style of writting for me. Oh, and btw, it gets more interesting, dont worry (:

Kristy's P.O.V.

"Hey, have you seen mom anywhere?" I asked my older brother Josh, barging into his room.

I hadda find her.

"Will you ever learn to knock?! Get out!"

"I'll leave faster if you tell me where she is." I smiled.

He just glared.

"What?" I asked innocently.

Okay, so maybe I had a bad habbit of runnung into his room-without asking.

In my defence, it's not my fault he doesn't lock it!

Still wasn't lookin' all to happy.

"Oh, come on, you know its true. Sooo, do ya know where she is?"

"Ye, she went grocery shopping. Now get the hell outta ma room!"

He grabbed a book off his bed stand and threw it at me.

I pulled the door over a bit, using it as protection-like a sheild.

"Hey now! What did I ever to to you?" I asked with a hand over my heart in mock hurt.

He gave me an are-you-kidding-me look.

Well, I suppose he probably could come up with a list...

"Nevermind. Don't answer that. Do ya know when she'll be back?"

"Whaddya care so much for?"

"Do ya really wanna know?"

"Yea-nevermind. It's probably some girl thing." He shuddered. "That's gross girl. Anywaaayyy. Get outta my room."

"Urg," He was never any help.

I turned from his room, slamming his door, and ran into a brick wall. Or at least that's what it felt like.

I looked up to see my brothers best friend, Cole. He had light blondish-brownish hair, and silvery-gray eyes. And he look like a freakin body-builder!

Okay, so maybe that's exaggerating. But still he's like super strong, and he works out enough to have a great body-but not to muscley to the point where it looks gross, just enough to look great.

That's when I realised I was staring.

And that he didn't seem all to happy to see me like he usually would. That was slightly depressing, but I chalked it up to him having a bad day.

But then it made me sad that he wouldn't tell me-his best friend-when he was having a bad day.

Sure, Josh is also a best friend of his, but sometime there are some things you don't want to tell even your best friend. Especially when you're both guys, so Cole could always tell me everything, and know that I would be completely understanding, and not make a joke out of it--unless, of course, that was what he needed. I could always tell, because as good as he was at concealing his emotions and showing only what he wanted you to see, I could always read him like an open book; okay, so technically, I found it easy to read everybody, but...oh well!

"Hey Cole. When'd you get here?"

Apparently he was staring too.

Ohdamn. I looked down at what I was wearing, cute little boy boxers and a super tight tank top. The boxers were purple plaid and the tank was plain purple.