Chapter Two (Caden’s POV)
"Nick!" I exclaimed at him.
"Get over here," he told me, opening his arms.
I leaped into them, knowing he would catch me. He squeezed me, almost to the point of where I couldn't breathe, but not quite.
"I missed you," I told him honestly.
"I missed you too...Now who is this?" He asked, letting go of me and looking over my head - Not very hard I might add - at Blake.
"That's Blake. You know that. I've told you about him when we skype, remember?"
"Vaguely. Hey man, nice to meet you," My brother extended his hand and they did one those crazy man-hug things.
"I'm leaving. I'm gonna go out with the guys. Nice to see you, I'll be home tomorrow. Nice to meet you, man," he told Blake while walking to the door.
"You're not coming home tonight?" I asked him, my eyes going wide.
"No, but that doesn't mean--"
"I get it!" I cut him off.
"I'm leaving now.'
"GOOD!" I exclaimed right before the door slammed shut.
"Finally. I thought having him home would be easier..."I trailed off when I saw the look on Blake's face.
"Not that I don't love having him here. It's just that he doesn't when good enough meets too far. It can be really embarrassing."
"I thought it was entertaining," he told me.
"Of course you did. He has tons of dirt on me, you better be prepared."
"I can't wait to hear some of that," he smiled mischievously.
"And I can't wait to taste some of what you're going to cook for me. It better be as good as the restaurant..." I warned him.
"It will be better.
"It better be," I told him. “I’m gonna go change out of this dress. you know where you can change.”
He just gave me a look.
“I’m gonna go change out of this dress. you know where you can change.”
I rushed up the stairs and crashed into my room, hoping to clean some of it before he saw the mess. After that, I sprinted to my walk in closet and threw on my cutest pajamas: short purple mesh Soffe’s with a white cutoff with a bright purple sports bra underneath.
I walked down the stairs and couldn't help myself; I got a running start and launched myself forward and slid on the soles of my sock covered feet.
I almost slammed into Blake but he swiftly grabbed my waist and picked me up off my feet and onto the counter.
“What are you doing?” he asked me, clearly amused.
“Sliding in my socks. Duhhh,” I told him as if it were obvious.
“Mhmm. Sure, but I think you owe me. You could have taken me out and I wouldn’t have been able to play in my hockey game tomorrow.”
He placed a plate of chicken and green beans in front of me.
"Eat then."
"Gladly."
"And I'll tell my story."
"You don't have too. You know that."
"I know, I want to."
(Blake's POV)
