The Alexandra Diaries

Recovery

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Alexandra

"This is like the fifth girl you've hooked up with this week!" I shout incredulously at Sean.

"And this is like the fifth hook up you've ruined this week," Sean retorts. I stare at him with crossed arms, my brother is a man whore. "Hey don't be jealous that I get laid more than you do..." I slap his arm.

"Hey I get laid." I say in an unsure tone.

"Oh yeah? How many times have you gotten laid since Ryan?" He asks, and my cheeks turn crimson.

"How'd you-"

"Trust me, I know when someone gets laid."

"That's not creepy at all," I say. Sean flashes me a wolf like grin, and throws his head back laughing. "One day you're going to break your neck," I say.

"At least I won't have to hear you constantly complaining," He responds. My jaw drops, and I feel mildly offended.

"I wouldn't call it complaining..." I say. "I'd like to call it venting." Sean holds his hand up, as if he's had enough already. He'd better get used to me being annoying...

"No it's called complaining, plain and simple. There's no arguing 2+2=4, and there's no arguing about how much you complain." I cast Sean a look of annoyance, smacking him on the back of the head when he smiles back. He let's out a sound of protest, and glares at me. "You want to hear something kind of disgusting?" Sean asks, and I question whether I actually want to know or not.

"Depends on what it is..." I hesitantly answer. Sean waves his hand in dismissal.

"Before I knew we were siblings, I really wanted to hook up with you." I feel myself shudder, instantly regretting letting him tell me.

"That's nasty," I laughed. "Anyways, I have to go unpack." I say, and he nods.

It calms me down when I realize that Sean isn't going to ask me why I decided to come to his house early, and for that I'm grateful. I'm grateful because I'm sure he already figured out why I left, and yet he's not going to be a dick and say anything.

As I turn to walk away, my phone vibrates. I pull it out to read the message, and I instantly groan. Sean glances at me, and then at my phone as if he's waiting for an explanation.

"Dylan just texted me," I respond without even looking up. "He wants to meet up." I hear Sean snort, but I'm too busy contemplating whether I'm going to even dare to respond, let alone meet up with him.

"Of course he did," Sean replies. "I swear, if you end up getting back with him and he hurts you I will fuck that kid up." I laugh a bit at Sean's threat, but stop when I realize he's dead serious.

"Kid?" I question, "You're both the same age..."

"I'm actually six months older than him," He smiles. I roll my eyes at him trying to one-up Dylan. "Roll your eyes as much as you want, but don't come crying to me when they get stuck."

"Are you kidding? You roll your eyes at everything. You could get hit by a bus and you'd still roll your eyes." I point, watching him shrug.

"Hell yeah I would, that bus needs to watch where it's going." I'm about to say something back when I feel my phone buzz again.

Please? -Dylan

"Let me guess, it's no other than Dick Dylan." I shoot an irritated glance at Sean's comment, but he holds his hands up in defense. "What? I'm just stating the facts..."