My Two Best Friends|G.D|E.D

5|"why me?"

| Beth|

I opened the door to my house and was already expecting my brother to mention the fact that I was home later than usual. Well, I walked home, so it's going to take longer.

"What'd you do? Trip and land in Africa on the way here?" My older brother, Charles yelled out.

I closed the front door, "Uh, no...the Dolans car broke down."I don't know why I lied. I just knew if Charles was aware my two best friends weren in love with me, he'd lose it.

Charles is 4 years older than me, causing him to be 21. Throughout his years in high school, he was the most popular guy in that place. With him being so famous in high school, people obviously expected me to live his reputation, as his little sister. I do hang out with the popular crew like him, but I don't have the same attitude as my brother. Charles was downright disrespectful to the teachers and the kids around him. It's surprising how liked Charles was because of his attitude.

Almost every weekend Charles would throw parties at our house, when our parents were at work. I remember being in 8th grade, trying to study for my history final, but failed to do so because of the rave that was happening downstairs.

Charles was ths captain of the football and the wrestling team. He constantly got into fights over dumb shit.

This sounds weird coming from his little sister, but he's a fucking lady killer. Girls obsessed over Charles. He had a clean cut with dark brown hair. His eyes are a dark ocean blue similar to mine. Charles has the body of a god, he's extremely built and about 6'2. He brought home the entire alphabet in a span of a week. I swear I met a two new girls every night, sometimes three.

I guess you could say my brother lived the basic high school dream. Charles was the king of the school.

I walked into the kitchen to see my big brother shirtless in sweat pants, cooking breakfast at 3:30 PM.

He looked at me with the same dark blue eyes as me and pointed his spatula at me, "You know me! I'm a car kind of guy. Could've just called me up."

I took a seat at the island and watched him cook.

"Oops," I fake chuckled.

Watching him cook made me hungry, "Can I have som-"

Charles interrupted me, "So, how was the first day of being a senior?" He walked over to me with his full plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs, and nudged the top of my head.

My stomach growled, but I answered his question, "Um, it was like any other first day. Average."

Except it wasn't very average.

Right as I said that, Charles hit the granite in front of him hard. It startled me.

"Bullshit! Beth, you better make your senior year a fucking blast! Damn, do I wish I could go back. High school was the best 4 years of my life. Don't let 'average' be your description of your last year in high school. Go drink or smoke some weed, I don't care just do something crazy. Just don't have sex, okay? Because sex is bad." Charles preached.

I laughed and got up from my seat, "Real funny, Charles, didn't you lose your virginity in like, what, 8th grade?"

"7th grade, little sister, 7th grade," Charles corrected me.