My Best Friend's Brother.

Chapter 1

Me and my bestie have been the best of friends for a long, long time. Her name is Cheryl she's sixteen and she has black hair and wears nerdy glasses. She is in love with dresses. She is taller than me and loves reading. She likes making me laugh and a lot call her the goofy one. We like watching disney movies together and when her heart got broken two years ago. I was there to comfort her bringing her ice-cream and watching the notebook ...... and I also broke the guy's nose but anyways you get my point.

Then there's me I'm Alison but I like Ali best. I'm also sixteen but I have brown hair with a cherry color at the end.  I don't like dresses and high heels that much, I mean I like them but not as much as Cheryl. I love sneakers and skateboards. I tought Cheryl how to skate last year and now we go to the skatepark together. I love having friends and I have a lot  but Cheryl tops all of them. I am a little shorter than her and I love reading as well. I play guitar and love every kind of movie, especially horror, adventure, disney and love. They call me the friendly one and skater girl. Unlike Cheryl I never dated anyone. 

We first met in the park when we were eight years old. Some guy was bullying her and I stood up for her. We really got along then. 

We were meeting today at four at the park. I wore a shirt that read 'Vans on the wall' and some skinny jeans with a lace design plus some sneakers with a skull and my hair was up in a ponytail. When I saw her I hugged her and she was wearing a pink dress with a black leather jacket and some pink ballerina shoes with a pearl in the middle. Her hair was long to her waist. 

"Hey Cheryl." 

"Hey Ali. Listen, I gotta tell you something." 

"Fire away" I say, clapping my hands. 

"I have a 20 year old brother." 

"You what?" I say, my eyes wide. I was a little angry because we promised each other to never keep secrets from each other. But I don't blame her. I forgive her this one time and hug her seeing her sad and guilty looking. She then sighed in relief and hugged me back. 

"So why are you telling me this now?" 

"Because he is coming back to my house tomorrow he um escaped from an um mental institution" she said feeling uncomfortable. My eyes go wide. I didn't believe her. Cheryl's family is so cheerful and friendly but their son was at a mental institution and escaped. " I know its hard to believe but it is true". 

" So what now?" 

She looked at me and said "Well my parents are away for a year vacation and I am taking him in our house. I am hiding him in our secret basement. They can't take him back. I know it is crazy but I need him and I miss him". Actually I don't think that she is crazy at all because he is still her brother. "You need to promise me to not tell anyone about this and to not give him up to the cops no matter what he does. Please" she says taking my hand and looking at me with those puppy dog eyes.

"I promise".