Amsterdam.

- Best Friend's Brother -

Been pondering about writing this imagine for a long time, and finally, I have time to do it. I'm making a part two, though! Hope you enjoy it, lovelies! xo.

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Every girl in this world dreams about having a soulmate hidden somewhere in the body of another girl, possibly her age or maybe a year older, to communicate with and share her biggest secrets; her biggest and wildest fantasies. To drink coffees and beers with. To comfort each other when the other one feels broken and scarred. Luckily for you, you had a best friend like that - Laura Garritsen. 

You met her when you were both only four years old, on a playground in your neighborhood. That's when you both found out you lived just a few houses away from each other and could play every day together. Later you went to the same primary school, in the same class, and now when you were in high school, you had a few classes together. You were happy that you didn't drift apart even though you both had other friends at the same time. You always had time for each other and that never changed through the years. Among her other qualities, one of them was her family; her Papa and Mom loved you so much, you were like another daughter to them and welcome to their home in Amstelveen whenever you felt like it. Her brother was three years older than you, he was a twenty year old boy who had a strong passion for music and producing, since a very young age. You remember how he played at weddings and parties for the neighbors and some mutual friends, and he was really great. Sometimes, when you were younger, he would invite Laura and you into his room where he had the equipment and you would listen to his music, then you would exchange opinions. Martijn always seemed interested in your opinion which made you feel special and appreciated, since not many older kids cared about the younger ones. 

He was different. 

He was special. 

He was the most handsome boy you've ever met. 

But he was your best friend's brother. 

Saturday, 04:22 p.m.

You were laying on Laura's bed, in her big bedroom you always envied her on having, and writing your English homework. You had to write an essay, and in minimum 2000 words explain how Virginia Woolf's works influenced historical feminism, Christianity and fascism. You were great in English so you decided you should write the essay, then let Laura read it and maybe copy some of the parts, since you had the same assignment. 

It was a hot October day, weather pretty unusual for Netherlands' climate, so you decided you should go downstairs and grab a glass of water. 

-Where are you going? - Laura asked curiously. 

-I'm just heading downstairs for a glass of water, I'll be back in a minute. 

-Oh no, you're not. - then she jumped on your back from beside you and started tickling you. You were trying your hardest not to scream, since you were really ticklish and your best friend often used that against you. After a minute and a half of your playful interaction, she let you go and continued typing something on her laptop. 

-Hurry up, I'll need some help! - she yelled after you. 

You practically ran downstairs, skipping the last two stairs and jumped on the wooden floor. Luckily, it didn't make much noise, since Mr. and Mrs. Garritsen were in the living room, watching the afternoon news. You already knew where the glasses were, so you opened the cupboard and filled the glass with cold water. The radio was playing in the background, and you noticed it only after your favorite song started. In a second you started swaying your hips and humming the melody, enjoying every moment of it. You started moving faster with every minute passing by, already singing along the lyrics. In one moment, you twirled around, absolutely sure nobody could see you, until the glass almost fell out of your hand and a scream almost escaped your lips. There, leaned on the door stood Martijn, with a playful smirk on his face. 

-How long have you been standing there?- you asked, panicking.

-Long enough to see you dancing. - he giggled. - Nice moves, shorty. 

Your cheeks blushed immediately and your hands trembled. Growing up, Martijn and you shared a lot of embarrassing moments and stories, but you were already seventeen and you were trying your hardest to contain yourself at some things in front of him. He walked pass by you and you could feel the scent of his perfume he had been using for years now, and it always made your heart skip a beat. You were standing at one place, feet frozen to the ground, pondering whether or not you should say anything to him. He took a glass as well and sipped some water.

Should I ask him how his day went?

Maybe about his love life? Nah, that would be creepy. Besides, I know he's single, he had recently broken up with his ex. 

He's smiling at me! He's smiling! Say something, come on!

-What? Why are you smiling at me? - you asked, biting your lip. 

He smirked once again, walked closer to you so you could feel his breath on your neck, and your chest heaved up and down. You thought he was going to kiss you, you mentally prepared, hoping it would turn out alright, but instead his lips moved closer to your ear. You could feel his hot breath fanning your cheek and ear, but then he whispered:

-Your skirt is a bit up. - and walked away with a victorious smile.  

-What?! - you raised an eyebrow, but then you grabbed the back of your skirt and noticed it was tucked into your underwear the whole time, making your behind pretty visible to everyone. - Fuck! - your cheeks blushed even more and you wanted the earth to swallow you so you could never return again. You wanted to scream, to yell, to hit your head against the wall, but instead you fixed the skirt and just walked upstairs.

-Where were you!? - Laura asked. - I thought you were going to get some water. You didn't go to your house to get it, did you?

You rolled your eyes. - Shut up. What do I need to help you with?