I have total writer's block for sexy leather jacket, so I wrote this.
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Sitting with my almost finished large cup of coffee, I asked myself - mentally of course - where Brian could be. I texted him to meet at the local coffee shop because I have big news that I know he'll be happy about, but the meeting time was almost an hour ago and he hasn't answered his phone or texts. To say I was worried would be an understatement.
Just as I was about to leave and go on a look out for him, Brian literally pops out from nowhere. His hazelnut coloured hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead, but it didn't look gross - not to me, anyway. It may have been gross to bystanders. But I could never find anything wrong with him.
Brian has been my best friend since I can remember. He practically lived at my house until he moved out of his dad's. We're both seventeen and in our senior year, but he's emancipated - meaning he is his own guardian. His mother died giving birth, and his father has blamed him for her death since, well, birth.
Mr. Wells, Brian's dad, was an alcoholic and abusive. So Brian would always come to my house and my parents would treat him like the son they never had. I used to be jealous as a kid when they'd say that - I thought it meant they wanted a son but got me instead.
But my mom would always reassure me, saying things like, "Honey, if you were a boy, who would I get to bake with and go shopping with? Or watch girly movies at night?"
That would make me feel better, but I found it funny because the 'son [she] never had' always baked and shopped and watched any movie we did with us - he's straight, it's just that we were inseparable. My mom's sister had been good friends with Brian's mom - my mom was much younger than them both.
Brian still comes over but not as much now that he has his own apartment. It was then that I realized I loved him. I missed seeing him as much as I had before. I still saw him everyday, but I was scared his father would find him and take him away so it was hard to not see him every minute of every day.
But that's why his now sweaty self didn't gross me out - I loved Brian.
"What happened to you? Why are you so sweaty and breathing funny? Ou, did you find a hot-" I got cut off by him playfully cuffing my shoulder.
"Oh shut...up...I missed...the bus..."
I thought he was going to pass out so I dragged a chair over to him. "So it's just because you're getting fat and out of shape that you are out of breath?" I joked. Brian was the total opposite of fat. He had an amazing body - my favourite part was his eight pack.
By now his breathing was closer to normal, and he laughed at me. "Real funny, Brae. You know this," he lifted his shirt to reveal his abs, "is not out of shape." He chuckled some more.
I, however, didn't laugh. I was thinking about how much I wanted to touch them.
No, Braelyn, damn it. You shouldn't be having these thoughts. Brian is your best friend and he doesn't love you like that. You're basically his sister - stop.thinking.about.his.abs!
I quickly turned around and slowly walked to the garbage with my coffee so he wouldn't notice how red my face was. When I went back to him, I smiled so he wouldn't think anything was wrong.
"So what was your big news?" He looked really excited, but he made me wait so now I'll make him suffer.
"I'm...pregnant," I said in a small, scared voice. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing and giving away that it wasn't true.
