"Well, isn't this a sight for sore eyes." Christian cooed, confirming that Isaac popping up at Nelly's wasn't a coincidence. She had considered that she had become the town's Helena, and she had started a Trojan war between the brothers. Not that she ever wanted to come between them, but it still didn't stop her mind from trailing off to a few adolescent fantasies. Either way, this was clearly a set up.
She stood, "Nice talking to you Christian." She said shortly and headed for the door but Christian caught her wrist.
"Christian, it's fine."
"Isaac sit down." He said.
Isaac's nostril's flared as he reluctant collapsed into the booth, while Christian tugged her over toward the door.
"Come on, Duchess."
"Don't 'duchess' me." She whispered harshly. Feeling the sting of yet another so-called-friend's betrayal, "I have to go get my car."
"Your car isn't going anywhere. You're friends, duchess."
She crossed her arms.
"How does twenty bucks sound."
Her eyes widened, "You are bribing me to talk to your brother?"
He ran his fingers through his blond hair, "If that's what it takes. You have known each other two long for this it's childish and you know it. You're friendship is too important to lose over something stupid."
"You're one to talk about friendship, Christian."
He blew out a breath.
She trailed over to him briefly. He didn't even look up, his eyes fixed on the table and his long brown hair draping over his face. She had gotten a flash back to another time they had stopped talking. He once again looked like a lost puppy. All because another guy asked her to homecoming.
She let out a frustrated sighed and cocked her attention back to Christian who had already took the brief distraction to make a few steps toward the door.
"You owe me." She whispered.
He turned and smiled as he continued to walk backward. He winked as his back hit the glass door, "You got it duchess." He leaned back scooted out of the building. She watched him climb on his bike and ride off. She could have just took the opportunity and just walked away, but if Isaac told Christian she'd bailed she couldn't have the pleasure of knowing that Christian owed her a favor. Yes, she was holding him to his word, he did owe her for this.
She walked back over to the booth, that had already seen a man musical chair action, heaven only knows what the patrons thought or what the gossip would sound like when it got back to Joann, the town blow horn. She just fell into the seat with an unsexy thump that sent a sharp pain up her back that she tried not to show on her face. She slid her bare legs under the table as she leaned against her crooked arm and used her other hand to play with the cold metal spoon sticking out the melting mound of rocky road ice cream.
Another part of Christian's 'brilliant' set up. They were supposed to eat ice cream and make up like they were kids again? She looked over at him and his deep blue eyes found hers. There were many years she'd love getting lost in them, and her face would scorch when he called her on getting lost in them. Her eyes fell again looking at the bowl of ice cream. They weren't kids anymore.
"Look, if you don't want to be here. I'm not keeping you." She spoke.
"What makes you think I don't want to be here?" He said, "Christian text me and said that you wanted to talk."
Her eyes shot into his, "Talk?" She scoffed, "I wanted to talk."
"Yeah." He blew out harshly.
"There's nothing to say." She straightened her posture.
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Best Friend Next Door (Love Next Door Book 2) *Rough Draft*
Storie d'amoreLove is friendship set on fire. Isaac and Melanie's friendship how ever has been one that has never been able to ignite, despite Isaac's best attempts to navigate his way out of the friend zone. After winning a bet that entitles him to a kiss from h...