Frost and Fire (+18) ✔️

14 | so much more than friends

I found Tony in the kitchen. He sat on the stool, leaning his hands on the counter and his head between them.

"Tony," I rasped

He sprang up, his eyes troubled, his clothes were disheveled. He pulled me in a tight embrace.

"Do you know how fucking scared I was?" He asked, squeezing me to death but I didn't mind it. "I was imagining the worst scenarios. Don't you ever do that to me, you ass,"

"I'm sorry," I rasped tightening my hold on him, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise,"

"Come on, let's get you some food," he said pulling away, "But I swear if you do something like that again, I will give you never-ending shit,"

I just gave him an apologetic look and sat on the stool.

"Kiera already earlier today for thanksgiving," Tony said as he gave my plate of noodles. "I know better than to ask you to come home with me, so, what do you want to do tomorrow?"

I sighed.

"That city is no longer my home, Tony. I will just video call dad, mom doesn't care what happens to me and Nisa—" I took a deep breath, "I can't see her. I can't face her, not after what I've done," I blinked away my tears and kept my head down.

"I won't force you to do anything, but I think you should see her. If only from distance, you should see her, Nia. She doesn't deserve this," Tony said softly.

"I will," I said, "But not now. I'm afraid of what I will do if I see her now. I just can't see her now," I croaked

What kind of sister that make me?

"Okay," Tony didn't push. This was sensitive to me. Way too sensitive. "What do you want to do tomorrow? Movies and ice cream?"

I shook my head. "No. You don't have to stay for me. Go see Nisa, and dad and mom. And your friends. It's thanksgiving. And tell Nisa that I'm sorry. That I love her, and I'm sorry," I wiped the lone tear that escaped.

I could sense Tony's hesitation. But then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head, "I will, little one, I will,"

He wiped my tears with his thumbs and patted my cheek, "You look ugly when you cry," he said

"Shut up you dork," I choked, laughing. I wrapped my arms around him tighter and rested my cheek on his chest. My brother. He was my brother, my best friend.

He may be a playboy, a player. He may have a bad boy reputation with those dark hair, eyes, and golden brown skin along with his forearm tattooed. But he is my sweet big brother who never fails to do good in this poor pissed world. It's such a pity that he keeps it anonymous and hidden it well behind his hard exterior.

*

Levi called around eleven. Way past my bedtime, but since I took a nap in the day, I wasn't a bit of sleepy.

"Hey," I said, holding my phone to my ear laying on my back, gazing over the horizon through the window.

"Hey," he said

"Are you in bed?" I asked and he hummed in response.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asked

"Nothing. Tony is going back to Brooklyn and Kiera is already there," I shrugged

"Come with me to Tarrytown, then. Spend the Thanksgiving with me," he said quietly, "Let me have you for the weekend,"

"I don't know, Levi. Your whole family is going to be there. I don't know how I feel about that,"