In Love with My Bestfriend's Brother?

Chapter One: Hangover

 Chapter One: Hangover*

  I shifted on my feet and pounded on the door, "Ryan Michael Simmons, I swear on all that is holy that if you do not OPEN THIS DOOR, in four seconds...!"

   My very tired looking best friend ripped open his front door and gave me a "I will kill your children" look. I smiled sweetly and flicked him on the nose before stepping into his warm house, "Why didn't you just walk in?" he inquired, running his long fingers through his tousled hair.

   "You guys have this magical invention, called a lock! Which I decided to try out before I left last night, so that you wouldn't get raped. You should be thanking me, Mr.Simmons. It is fucking freezing out, asshole." I informed him, taking off my scarf, gloves, beanie and thick coat and throwing them in his foyer.

   "Sorry love, I was exhausted. And my head is pounding." he grimaced, probably recalling how much he drank last night; but he pulled me into a hug, "How could I ever repay you?"

   I grinned, "You could put on some pants. And brush your teeth, you reak of cheap beer." He jumped and looked down, realizing that he was only in his boxers.

   "You liked it!" He yelled, flying up the stairs.

   I giggled, and yelled "In your dreams pretty boy!" Every other girl I knew would be losing it right now, after seeing Ryan shirtless. His sixpack was nicely tanned, and he had a few cute little beauty marks on his stomach that I knew by heart. He was the most lusted after guy in school, except for maybe his brother, Chase. Ryan and I were juniors, Chase a senior. Chase was captain of the lacrosse team, Ryan cocaptain. Ryan was the captain of the soccer team, Chase cocaptain. Our highschool being a lacrosse school put Chase that little bit ahead of his younger brother. Girls loved them, both with naturally light tan, clear complextions, large muscles, towering stances and bright green eyes. Their main difference was that Chase had sandy, light brown/blondish hair; while Ryan had shaggy dark brown/auburn hair, and Ryan was maybe an inch taller. Like I said, girls lost their shit for Ryan. But to me, he was just Ryan. My best friend in the entire world.

 He thundered back down the stairs now in gray, baggy sweats and a tight black hoodie that made his muscles bulge, "How are you not dead right now?" he asked, referring to how I was fighting back a wicked hangover myself.

   I grinned, "Coffee and Motrin." I slid the steaming cup I had made up for him while he was getting changed, a little bit of milk, two teaspoons sugar. I knew by heart just how he liked it. I also slid him two aprin, which he swallowed down gratefully.

  We chatted about the previous night, had a heated debate over the best Christmas songs and I had already beaten Ryan at three thumb wars when I heard the thundering of Chase coming downstairs. My heart started to beat faster at the anticipation of seeing him. He came into the kitchen, wearing black baggy sweats, and didn't have a shirt on. My breath caught in my throat as I couldn't help but rake my eyes over his abs. My eyes drifted up to his, and he caught me eye-fucking him. My cheeks got hot and I dropped my gaze instantly.

   When I looked up again, Chase had a genuine smile plastered on his face as his sparkling green eyes bore into mine. My stomach flipped.