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

Chapter Eight- Do You Love Me?

"Bruh, why ain't you dressed yet?" Bryan held the door wide open, as Justin pushed past him. Bryan face was burning with anger as he slammed the door shut and held Justin by the neck up against the wall.

"Don't fuck with me man!" Bryan got up close to Justin's face, breathing his anger all over him. Justin's face went red as his hair fell over his face, he just laughed arrogantly.

"What's your fucking problem man?"  He snickered arrogantly.  Bryan's mother got between them, "stop now Bryan!" Bryan let go of his neck as Justin fell against the wall, Bryan's eyes bloodshot from anger.

"What is going on with you Bryan?" His mother begged for an answer.

Bryan and Justin's only fight was when they fought over a sabre at kindergarten, Bryan gave him a bloody nose. Justin sat on the ground with his head in his hands. Bryan sat next to him back against the wall, head down. His mother looked at them both, she remembered when the teacher called her to come to school because Bryan got into a fight on his first day. The teacher made them sit down together and talk about why they had a fight and if they could be friends and share the sabre. Unfortunately, this wasn't the same thing.

Aunty Wanda looked on from the living room, crunching on her cracker with an old Denzel Washington movie running in the background. Her eyes were watching the boys, as she swelled up her lip.

"I love her man," Bryan finally confessed, "I didn't want you to treat her like the other girls we picked up." Justin looked down at the floor. Of course, he loved her, who wouldn't? She was the perfect girl, she cared, and her heart was pure. She wasn't after popularity, money or looks, she just wanted to be loved and protected. I met her first though, he said to himself. If Bryan knew this, would he back off? They never stepped on each other's toes when it came to women, there were too many to go around, but only one of Leyah.

"Sorry bro, I didn't know, let's just squash this shit and move on." Justin didn't want to lose his friend; he was his brother. "It's all good man," Bryan breathed out exhaling. "You alright?" He asked Justin sympathetically.

Justin laughed, "yea, just a scratch."

Bryan got up and put his hand out to pull Justin up. Justin dusted himself off and went to go sit at the table next to Bryan's mother. Bryan went into his room to get ready.

"Are you okay honey?" Bryan's mother asked. She looked at him, his neck turned pink from a bright red colour.

"Yea, I'm good Mrs James." Justin was burning with anger inside as he looked at his phone, he had fifty-four messages and half of them were from Bryan, and girls he had met in California. He cleared them all as he bit the inside of his cheek, he hated Bryan for a second, then remembered he was like a brother to him. He valued that.

Bryan came out wearing a navy-blue denim jacket and matching skinny jeans that hung low, he had a white polo shirt under with his white Adidas hi-tops. He sat down next to Justin smelling good. He still felt bad about almost choking Justin. He looked over with sympathy in his eyes for Justin,

"Sorry bruh," Bryan said gently. 

"It's all good you fucker!" Justin said under his breath so Bryan's mother couldn't hear him cuss.

Bryan laughed. They got up and walked out the front door, Bryan's mother hugged them both.

They sat in Justin's red Maserati, Justin lit up a joint and handed it to Bryan.  He opened the window and exhaled into the cold icy air.

"You should deal some of this shit I got from Cali man, you can make some dollar bills."

"I'm aight, I got the gig with my uncle down at the mechanic shop."  Bryan passed him back the joint that was already down half way.  Justin started the car and took another drag of the joint.