My brothers keeper- For him I'd risk it all.

Chapter Two- Justin

"Pick up, pick up dammit!  Bruh, what's up?  I'm coming now!" Justin announced forcibly.  Justin's aggressive nonchalant nature was what Bryan liked about him the most.  He didn't care about anything or anybody.  He knew he could get away with murder and he usually did.  Justin was seventeen years old, vice-captain of the football team and between the both, they pretty much ran Monroe.  Every girl wanted them, and every guy wanted to be them.  Justin was a little over six-foot-tall, his blond hair was short at the back and hung a little over his face in the front covering his piercing blue eyes.  His body was worked out to the maximum, that was probably from training with Bryan and the rest of the football team five days out of the week.  He was a star student and the head of the maths team; the Wilson's were very proud. 

Justin Wilson was the son of Spencer Wilson the co-owner of one the biggest diamond importers in the world.  His multi-millionaire father was king of Manhattan, the billionaire owned over fifty-three jewellery stores in the United States and over two hundred stores across the globe.  Justin barely talked to his father since his mother passed away.  Within two months of her death his father moved his girlfriend into their penthouse apartment.  That's when Justin left and got an apartment with Bryan, he hustled small deals here and there.  Selling weed to the kids at school for a little while, but that wasn't enough for Justin's expensive taste.  So, Justin made nice with daddy and had full access to the big bucks once again by moving back home.  Justin helped Bryan with rent at his apartment so he could use it whenever he wanted to bring girls back and party.  Spencer Wilson bought Justin a blood red Maserati as a peace offering and upped his weekly pocket money.  Justin loved money more than he hated his father, so it all worked out in his favour.

Justin knocked on the door, "Come in man!" Bryan yelled over the loud rap music.   Justin walked in carrying enough alcohol for a fraternity party.  He flops himself on the blue leather couch across from Bryan while throwing the bags of alcohol across the coffee table.  "So, what's the deal boy?"  Bryan asked him as he grabs a bottle of vodka from the bag.  Justin laid on the couch "Nothing much, were just celebrating, Daddy dearest just put me back on the payroll."  He grinned flashing his perfectly straight teeth, as if he was modelling for a toothpaste commercial.  Bryan chuckled as Justin sat up and lit a joint.  Justin passed the joint to him, he took it and sucked it like he was taking his last breath, coughing as he exhaled.  Justin started talking about his Dad and how much he hated him, his eyes turned the darkest shade of the ocean as tears filled the corners like a huge wave about to smash on the shore.  He missed his mother and still can't believe she's been gone almost two years.  Bryan tried to lighten the atmosphere and turned up a Nipsey Hustle song that they both started rapping along to. 

"You know what you need?  You need a woman to take your mind off shit."  Bryan laughed and threw him Denise's number.  He shook his head, "Who the fuck is she?  I can get my own hoes; I don't need your help." 

Justin dialled the number, "Hey what's up?  This is Bryan, you should come over now."  Justin said impersonating his best friend.  Bryan was laughing in the background as he lit another joint.  He turned the TV on as Justin continued talking to Denise on the phone.  Justin hung up the phone, "She's coming," Justin mocked.

"You stupid!"  Bryan laughed as he sipped at his drink.

"Dam bro, where do you find these hoes though?"  Justin asked reaching for the joint from ashtray.  Bryan's cap covered his eyes, he was high as he felt his head go numb. 

"You're fucked!" Justin yelled at him over the music laughing.  "Drew's got some good shit, he bought it down from Mexico.  I got fucked up the other night, I couldn't remember shit from the night before."  He laughed as he dragged in more of the joint coughing as he breathed out the smoke.