Best Friend Next Door (Love Next Door Book 2) *Rough Draft*

Chapter 1

After...

There was always a saying that every man in Vincentville that knew the Davison sisters knew and took to heart, if you screwed over a Davison sister you, you had to deal with the wrath of all the sisters, and heaven helped the man that pissed all of them off at the same time. Two out of the four, you might as well have signed your death certificate.

Christian noticed the slight wobble in his brother's step as he came one the podium, he tried to shake it off. Isaac wasn't the type to get drunk and do something stupid, in retrospect. He shouldn't have ignored the sighs.

"First of all I'd like to give a shout out to my best friend in the entire world. Ms. Melanie Davison. Melanie stand, baby so everyone can see you."

Christian looked back at Melanie's table she wasn't standing her eyes were blood shot and wet with tears as she sat in between Dee and Camile.

He strolled to the side of the stage like he was on a stand up comedy show, Christian started to stroll in that direction without making a big scene about it in the crowded room.

"Melanie Davison, is the devil." There was a gasp in the room, "Something I've always been curious about," He smiled deviantly in her direction, "when you steal a man's soul do you keep it for yourself or do you like, put it in a lost and found." Christian had finally made it to the stage and started toward his brother grabbing the microphone.

"Isaac, stop your making an ass out of yourself." He warned.

"Just tell me one thing?" He yelled, "Did you ever just once for a moment," A tear strayed down his face as he wobbled, "Did you ever fucking love me?" The microphone made an awful screech as he yelled into it.

Isaac cave the microphone one hard jerk and Christian jerked it and Isaac pulled and his hands slipped off and he came crashing down off the stage right into the dessert table. Christian had always known that the Davison sisters drove men crazy but this was just too much. He felt bad for Valerie and Melanie,...and his dad. This was supposed to be their special day, now it was ruined because his brother couldn't just accept when a woman just wanted to be his friend.

He ran a hand over his face and then peeked through his fingers at the crowd of people watching in shock. Camile holding Melanie as she sobbed. Valerie's face was buried in her hand, and his dad had an unmistakable death glare at his son as he peeled him off of the the table he'd fell into.

This was a train wreck and a perfect example of why Goodwins needed to steer clear of the Davison sisters.

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No imagination. The plot was a bore. Predictable and not entertaining. The play was terrible before it hit the stage.

Melanie's head fell in her hands. She could no longer look at her computer screen. Back home she would curl up under her covers with her stuffed unicorn and hide.

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"Shaggs to Bubbles, come in Bubbles."

Her face hurt from crying so hard, not even his voice could fix this. This wasn't as bad as her parents death of course but this was still bad. She pulled Trixie into her. She was so stupid to think she could be anything special, especially in this stupid close minded town. Where all they did was make fun of her.

"Shaggs to Bubbles, Are we still meeting on the roof tonight?"

Nobody saw her but him. He lost his mother just like she did. He still had his dad but sometimes it felt like it was just them against the world.