My Brother's Best Friend

Prologue

         

April 5th 2016

Father came home this evening and made Bruce cook his favourite meal, Spaghetti Carbonara. Despite him being a highly appreciated businessman he would love for his childhood special to be cooked for him every time he came home. Bruce was our butler, he mainly cooked for us but he became a best friend to my brother and me over the past couple of years since father started working away. Whenever either of us encountered a problem he would be the first one we would tell, besides each other. Scott, my brother, and I are really close and we tell each other everything. However, this was not the case three years ago, in fact, three years ago we were always at each other's throats but then mother left and we only had each other when father started to work away. I guess father being away in his office 90% of the year had some pros and some cons. The main pro was the fact my brother and I became each other's rock but the main con was that my brother and I had to get used to a family household with two parents to a lonely family household with just us the majority of the time.

Don't get me wrong, I have friends that are there for me. In actual fact, I have a lot of fake friends who are there for me because I'm wealthy and a few friends that actually care about me. My best friend, Daniella Rose, has been there for me since we were two years old and playing in the fields of nursery together. For the past fourteen years she's been there for me when both my grandparents passed, when my mother and father got a divorce and I had to live in two houses, when my mother decided to flee to America a couple of summers ago and when father decided to move his office down South because the opportunities were endless. I've spent most of my 'low' nights sitting in my room with Daniella, watching Disney movies until early hours of the morning with my favourite tub of Ben and Jerry's, Cookie Dough.

Anyway, Scott and I were sat at the dining table listening to our father tell us about his big promotion at work when I lost concentration and all I could think about was him. His big brown eyes that sparkled in the moonlight as we kissed under the stars. His soft brown hair as I ran my fingers through it and slightly holding on as if I was scared that if I let go he wouldn't be there anymore. His perfectly sculpted torso as my chest was so close to his we were able to feel each other's synchronous heartbeats. I shouldn't have been thinking about that night because it shouldn't have happened. We shouldn't have been in each other's arms but we were and now I can't stop thinking about what he's doing right now and what he's thinking about.