My Brothers Bestfriend

Chapter Two

What did he mean by he didnt think I was this cute? I know the blonde hair from Andy should've meant that I, too, would have blonde hair, but no. I have strawberry red hair, not dyed, but I was born with it. My mom never understood it, neither did Dad, but they claimed it suits me and my 'unique' personality.

"Well, it was nice chatting with you, Dani, right?" He asked, as if he didn't remember my name.

"Yeah, it was nice chatting with you as well, Rye," I responded, he waved goodbye and walked into Andy's room with him. I sat down at the table and finished my dinner quietly. Once I finished, I cleaned up the table, wiped it off, and did the dishes. After that, I walked to my room and shut the door. The thoughts of Rye still on my mind. What did he mean by I wasn't as cute as he imagined me to be?

I pulled out my phone and dialed Brooks number. It rang twice and then he picked up. "Hey, Dani, are you home yet?"

"Yeah, I arrived earlier today, why?" I asked, smiling softly to myself because I missed him.

"Well, would you want to hangout tomorrow? We could do something or hang at my place or yours?" He offered. Hanging out with him sounded amazing after the weirdness that I've been going through lately.

"Yeah, I could do that. We can hang at your place, I could have Andy drop me off or something?"

"Yeah, that'd be good!" Brook exclaimed.

"So, did I miss anything?" I asked, turning on my side.

"Oh, Shannon transferred into my math class, we had a discussion about whether or not we would make a cute couple, I really like her, but she is so perfect I know I don't have a chance," I heard him sigh.

"No, honey, you're great. You're my best friend and I don't want you to put yourself down like that. You're an amazing guy, you're funny and cute too. I love you to death and I have a good feeling she'll like you back," I responded.

"Thanks, Danielle, I love you too," he spoke. "I'm actually quite tired, I'm going to go to sleep early, talk to me tomorrow?" He asked.

"Of course, goodnight."

"Goodnight," he responded, hanging up with phone after he did so. He sounded off, a little upset. I'm not sure, maybe he was just tired? Maybe I'm reading too much into this.

I lay on my back staring at the ceiling, my head pounding, my thoughts racing. I closed my eyes and let off a deep sigh as I tried to clear all of the thoughts from my mind. Then, I drifted to sleep.

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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. "Hello?" I asked sleepily, not even bothering asking who it is.

"Hey, Dani, Shawn needed to meet with me early this morning, I didn't want to wake you so I decided I'd just call you rather than waking you up at 5:00. I also didn't want to leave you home alone with all this kidnapping shit going on, so Rye is probably downstairs, if you need anything, don't be afraid to ask, alright?" I sighed before rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Yeah, that sounds fine, I love you," I responded.

"Oh, I'm sorry I woke you up, normally you're awake by now," he spoke.

"Its fine, Andy, I promise."

"Okay, I love you too," he stated before hanging up the phone. I closed my eyes again, releasing a sigh. Right now, the only thing I wanted was to sleep, either sleep or drink, but Andy never let's me so I doubt Rye would. I stood up, walked out of my room, down the stairs, and into the living room where Rye was sitting on the couch, a bottle of vodka in his hand. He looked at me, his light brown eyes looking up and down my body before he let out a small smile.

"Hey, you're up!" He stated, his words slightly slurred.

"Yeah, I am," I responded, chuckling slightly as he readjusted himself on the couch.

"I didn't expect you to wake up for another hour and a half. Andy told me you'd be sleeping," he explained.

"Normally I am, but I guess my sleeping schedule is off. Can I?" I asked, inching forward a little bit. He nodded, I took a seat next to him on the couch, the smell of alcohol stinging my nose a little, and yet, I wanted some. I grabbed the bottle slowly, so if he wanted to stop me, he could.

"Wait . . . are you allowed to drink?" He asked, obviously slightly afraid he'd get in trouble with Andy. I wouldn't blame him, though, Andy can be a pretty intimidating guy. I nodded, and he handed it over. I took a sip, it burned as the alcohol slid down my throat, but I liked it. I missed it more than everything.

"You're r-really cute," he stuttered through slurred words.

"Thank you?"

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, leaning closer.