One-shot contest: My Brother's Bestfriend

The Inevitable

I stared at the yogurt in front of me, shifting the substance around with my spoon and thinking about the conservation I just had with the one, the only, Parker Adams.

'One Hour Ago'

"I don't know what else I'm supposed to do Emily. I'm sorry about Veronica, but I can't take it back. And in case you haven't realized? I'm not the only one who messed up." I huffed in frustration, pushing his shoulders and glaring at him.

"Well maybe you should talk to me, damn it! I'm sorry if I can't be your friend any more Parker, but that's your call. I'm so sorry that you can't trust me, anymore if you ever did." Parker just stood there, swiftly turning around to pick up a picture frame and threw it at the wall.

I flinched away from him, feeling my eyes start to tear up and my breathing quicken. Parker cursed and ran over to me, lightly grabbing my shoulders and staring into my eyes. "I'm sorry, princess. I didn't mean to...I'm sorry I scared you." I nodded, freezing when our noses rubbed together.

All the breath caught in my throat as Parker closed his eyes and leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. I sighed and melted into him, grasping his hair and pulling him back. Parker looked frustrated and sighed heavily, taking his hands off of me and backing away.

"Emily you never were my friend. And yes I trust you, I really do, and I wish it could work. But damn it Emily if you don't make it so hard for me. When I start feeling too deeply it just brings back old memories and I'm sorry it can't be different. I'm sorry you can't make me forget her, but right now I need someone to help me remember. To remember her with me. I'm sorry Emily, I just need some time..."

I nodded, my throat clogging up with all this emotion that I couldn't even begin to describe. I turned around and rushed out of his room, watching him leave five minutes later.

'Present Time'

I exhaled deeply, staring at the yogurt, a tear spilling from my eye. Why did I even try to fool myself into thinking I alone would be good enough for Parker Adams? Parker the player, Parker the douche, Parker the guy I was fall...I should have known, he didn't need me. He'd never need me like he needed her.

I picked up my yogurt and threw it in the sink, letting my thoughts lead me to the only place I wanted to be. At the gym, working my ass off. Even though according to Parker, that mission was accomplished.

As soon as I got there I went over to the mats, doing crunches over and over again until my stomach was screaming at me. I was sobbing silently with each rep I did, remembering something else. "You're to fat Emily. Maybe if you'd lose a few pounds he'd be able to stand you. Maybe you be able to stand yourself. You. Are. Disgusting." Those thoughts played on replay all night at the gym, drowning the sounds of my phone ringing.

The pain was overbearing, but my thoughts were louder. I needed to be skinnier, better, more....perfect.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

I felt like nails were coming at my head from every angle, and my abdomen was screaming in protest. More like wailing in agony actually. I forced my eyes open, almost immediately shutting them when the lights were too much.

"Emily? Are you awake honey?" My mother. I reopened my eyes to meet her own tear soaked face, her make up ruining her complexion. "Why am I at the hospital? When did you get--" I broke off my hoarse voice and started coughing like a smoker who took down three packs a day. My mother squeezed her eyes shut and pressed the call button, grabbing for my hand.

"Emily honey, just rest. When you wake up next, your father and I have to have a word with you."

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My brother slammed the door to my bedroom shut, crossing his arms and giving me his best death look. After the little trip to the hospital my parents wanted to send me straight off to London, bags already packed. Luckily, my favorite brother in the world talked them out of that and just set new rules.

No parties, no gym, I get served all my meals and a call every one-two hours. It seems strict, but compared to London that's like recess. "Emily, why?" I was about to answer when Parker slammed through the door, breathless and bags under each eye. He had left for Miami right after our fight and just got back today.

"Princess..." he whispered, making tears pool in my eyes. "Why?" My brother demanded again, and I closed my eyes leaning against my pillow. " I just wanted to be good enough. I wanted to be...perfect."

Dedicated to Knightsrachel for her amazing story My Brother's Bestfriend!!!

Sorry of it's a little long, but I could've gone with that story all day!! Feel free to cut as edit as you wish, seeing as this chapter is ridiculously long!!! please pick my story or just tell me what you think?