My Brothers Best Friend

A Long Night

~ALEXAS POV~

~MATURE CONTENT (And probably in almost every chapter so I most likely won't add these anymore)~

Noah rushed back in, looking panicked. "Fuck Alexa shes here. How do I look? Do I look bad? What do-" 

I cut him off by throwing a pillow at him. "Well first act cool, you look fine. From what I know, she's into stained shirts." I laughed but he picked the pillow back up and threw it back at me. 

"No but seriously come help me find something! I cant look like shit in front of her!" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his room to see a messy pile of clothing. I'm assuming right before he came to me to tell me Veronica was coming, he tried to find something to show himself off to her. I mean he isnt bad looking at all, and he's a bodybuilder standing at 6 feet and 2 inches. He has girls lining up for him, but he shuts them all down for one girl. 

Veronica is one of the most sweet and beautiful girls in our school, she was also a senior, shes 17, with one arm coated in tattoos, she had black hair and grey eyes. Her facial structure looked shockingly like Camila Mendes, and i'm assuming most people have to look twice when deciding if she is Camila. Mom loved her, she was like another daughter to her so she came over all the time. 

"Just calm down! You'll be alright, but I'd suggest something simple like a t shirt and some sweats. Or some jeans but sweats are so much more comfortable. Shes not gonna mind what you wear! She likes you, Noah. It's so easy to tell.... Plus would you two have made out in your car if she didn't?" I laughed remembering how excited he had been that day, he was nearly skipping as he came through the door with a smile taking over his face. I walked to his dresser, looking in the disaterious pile of clothes on top of it. I threw some jeans on his bed with a blue shirt that showed his muscle every time he wore it. 

"Wait where the hell is Alex? And Stefan?" I instantly started worrying, I hated having them both in the same house at once. Noah had only shrugged, clearly not as scared as me. I rushed out almost running down the stairs, tripping on the last one. I collided with Alex, nearly screaming, and I felt his arms grip around my waist to steady me. But I felt like he had other intentions. He could not be doing this with Stefan here! He knew my rules. 

"Alexa you need to watch those stairs. I've watched you fall down them too many times." He laughed and I felt my face warm up, I pulled out of his grasp, not as amused as him. I pushed past him and heard him huff. I walked out to the kitchen, and of course Mom already had Stefan busy. He was cutting up some fruits while they talked, Veronica was sitting next to him which didn't bother me because I knew she would never try anything with him, but I know if she did, he would go with it. I didn't care much to listen to the conversation, instead I smiled brightly and sat across from Stefan. He noticed I had finally made my way down to the kitchen, and he looked just about as happy as me. 

He sat down the knife and walked behind me, hugging me tightly and kissing my head. "There she is!" He called out while holding me tightly, he turned me around in my seat and I wrapped my arms around him as well. 

Of course my mom had to make everything awkward, she turned around from the stove. "Hi sweetie! Awe you guys are so cute!" With that, Stefan went back to his fruits. I glared at Mom a little, she always knew what to say to make him feel awkward. 

"Oh my god Mom! Why do you always do this? Its so annoying!" I started getting a little cocky with her, hoping she would excuse him and I to go to my room. I knew I'd only get in trouble though if I showed too much attitude. Dad always told her to make sure she kept us in line. He had passed away from cancer about 10 years ago. I could never remember much about him, but Mom spoke very fondly of him and based on her words alone, he seemed amazing. She never saw anyone else romantically, I feel like she just gave up on love after he passed. She stays so positive, but Noah on the other hand, he struggled a lot with it. He used to tell me stories about how Dad would always take him places and he always had a lesson to teach. His life ended too soon, he was only 30.