Kisses and Cuddles ~ BoyxBoy

Bestie's Brother

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Grant Kin
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Hudson Stork
24
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-Grant's P.O.V-

   "Great," Layla grumbled stopping beside me. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and a frown set on her lips. "My brothers home from his trip. I guess we won't have the house all to ourselves after all," she huffed walking down the sidewalk.

   "So what. Don't tell me your going to let your brother get in the way of us having the perfect sleepover? I swear if you make me go home one more time because your brother is home, I'll tell David that you like him," I threaten. She never lets me come over when he brother is, saying he'll be this over protective brother and check in on us every fifteen minutes. I just don't understand why she thinks I'm so bad.

   "You know what, I should be real with you," she said sucking in her lips. Oh great what is she going to say now? "The real reason I don't let you come over when my brother is, isn't because he's over protective. He couldn't care less about me," she rolled her eyes with a snarl. "You'd be all over my brother if you saw him. So can you please promise me that you won't try to have sex with my brother, your virginity is priceless and you doing it with my brother makes me shrivel up. Also don't think I didn't see you try to make out with Jennie Kirk's brother."

"Okay first of you lied to me?!" I yelled, Layla rolled her eyes. She always says I'm over dramatic, but I think all my reactions are 100% real and not over the top. "I did not try to hook up with Jennie's brother. He was all up on me." I snarled, shivering at the mere thought of Jennie's brother trying to get in my pants. He's your typical jock, popular and handsome. But I'm not into that. "Bedsides, if your brother looks anything like you, he ain't getting anything from me."

Layla glared at me, raising a fist to punch me. Screaming bloody murder, I ran down the sidewalk protecting my beautiful face. She's a fast little devil, and I've been hit too many times by her to not let it happen again. Stumbling my way into her back yard locking the gate hoping to slow her down a bit. Sliding open the back door, I locked it shut in a hurry watching Layla slam her palms on the glass.

Shrugging my shoulders I closed the shades and turned around. Sitting at the kitchen's peninsula was a guy mid bite into a spoon full of lucky charms, but only the marshmallows. He didn't seem fazed just frozen in the same position, milk dribbling down his chin. Holding my hand up in a slight wave, "hi, I'm Grant." My awkward smile seemed to amuse him.

"Hudson. I'm guessing you're Layla's little friend that she never brings over," my body almost shut down at the pure sexiness of his voice. I had to hold myself back from moaning. "So what are you doing here? I didn't recall my parents saying that Layla could have friends over while they were gone," He questioned. Being too distracted by this man's burning hotness and sexiness I wasn't able to respond nor realized Layla had walked in with an angry face.

"I swear if you lock me out of my own house one more time Grant, I'm going to take all your Lady Gaga posters, CDs, merch, and dare I say it, your Lady Gaga sheets, and burn it all." I gasped loudly. No, what would I do without my Lady Gaga merchandise?

"Lady Gaga? Seriously?" Hudson said with a very unamused look. Looking over at him, Layla rolled her eyes before stomping up the stairs. I pouted slightly not understanding the sudden judgment. "You couldn't be into someone with actual meaning?"

"Hey! Lady Gaga has a lot more meaning than you think. She's my queen and there's nothing you can say that will change my mind," I said confidently, crossing my arms and sticking my nose in the air. Loud and deep chuckled echoed in the kitchen. Shifting my eyes down to the man who currently had a very amused look on his face, was walking out of the kitchen.