The Three Bros

[16] Chicken

Ian's POV

The front door opens, Myles walking in with the same big fat grin I've seen on his face for days now.

"Yo Myles!" I call, making him stop and turn to me.

"Yeah?"

I said nothing, patting the spot on the couch, beside me. He gives me a look, but sits down anyway.

"Okay, now you're going to explain."

"Explain what?"

"Oh don't give me that bullshit. You've been freakishly happier these days, and its starting to scare me. And since you're my baby bro, I care." I reason.

"Uh---"

"Plus; you haven't been hanging out with Blaire nowadays."

He simply shrugs, "I don't like her that way anymore."

"Holy shit!" My eyes widen, "Explain dude."

I hate the we seem like a bunch of girls at the moment. But I was honestly curious.

He blushes, that typical Myles blush, "I've been seeing someone."

"No fucking way, you have a girlfriend?" I chuckle, "What's her name?"

"Bianca--- Bianca Rodriguez."

"That girl?" I make a face, "I mean she's pretty and all--- sorry." I say instead, noticing the glare he was giving me.

"Let's just not talk about it. I don't like talking about these kind of things with you," he rolls his eyes. "So... what's up with Blaire?"

I sigh, "I love her."

"Love?" He gives me a stern look, "Ya sure its not..."

I whack his head, "Yes, its love you dickhead."

"Ever tell her that?"

"Not to her face..."

An evil grin spreads across his face, "Chicken."

"Fuck you!"

***

Myles and I talk for almost hours. We haven't talked much in a while, so it was nice, I guess.

In the middle of me teasing Myles about his girlfriend, I see Stella walking towards the door.

Yeah, I bet you're wondering who the fuck she is. Well, she's our stepmom.

"Boys, I'm going out. If you need anything, I'm just a phone call away." She says.

And only then, do I realize that I should've gone out an hour ago.

"Fuck. Myles, I gotta get going!" I announce, running upstairs, to my room, to get my car keys.

"Where are you going?"

I ignored him.

***

I'm here, and I'm fucking sure I'm late.

Fucking traffic.

I run inside, but once I'm here, I wished I wasn't.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

That fucking asshole! I'm so damn ashamed to even call him my brother right now.

I set this little date up! I paid for everything. I let my friend write that letter. I love her.