Best friends brother (and a whole lot of drama)

Chapter one, he's home

(Roy up top)
*year, 2010*

Hi, my name is Ryan, no I am not a guy, bingo, I'm a girl. I come from Toronto Ontario but I'm currently living in Kitchener Ontario. I am in fact, sixteen, I would say that my life is hell but it really isn't. You know all those story's you read where this unpopular weird girl is Always picked on and all that? Yeah well, that's not me.

Ryan, Ryan Oxford Yaleman, also known as Roy. The nickname is my initials, something my best friend came up with for me when we were seven. That's me. Now, there's nothing unusual about me really, bright red waist length hair, almond shaped green eyes, decent sized lips, kind of chubby body, interesting clothing style and well, I wear glasses, reading glasses to be specific.

This is probably the part where you think 'here we go again, Roy, you're not the only nerdy looking girl who ends up with the hot boy in the end, every book is like this' that's true at the same time that it isn't. I'm not nerdy, I'm not popular, I don't get picked on, and there's no hot boy. I guess you could say my life is pretty plain, aside from one part of it.

"Watch out!" A scream erupted giving me just enough time to swiftly and clumsily step out of the way before my best friend came barreling down the walkway, a kid trailing behind him, a murderous glint in his eye as he chased my best friend who inevitably had his frisbee.

Christian James McKlain. Aka Chris or McKlain, is my best friend, has been since we were two, my mom ran a daycare and his mom needed to do some last minute shopping, long story short my mom felt bad for his mom and made an exception to take him in for a few hours. Those were the best few hours of my life, of course, I didn't know that at the time, nor did I know that he would become my best friend and practically brother.

Chris was an interesting person to hang around with, he has three moods, sports, academics and girls, as any other sixteen year old in Canada would. Now I love the guy to death but when he spends an hour and a half talking about Jesica Woodly it's kind of annoying. This would normally be the part where I tell you about some great times of our lives together but frankly I don't have time, I'll tell you later, right now I'm going to run, the kids parents aren't happy with Chris.

I bolted as soon as Chris passed me, my short legs hitting the ground at a faster pace than his but still not moving as fast. Chris and I ran from the park, I could hear the kids parents running behind us, it took us until we had gotten three blocks from the park before the parents gave up and went back to their son. Chris and I sat down right there, against a brick wall trying to catch our breaths and laughing our asses off at the same time.

"Why did you take that kids frisbee?" I inquired when I could breathe once again

"He made fun of my hair, man"

"Oh no, your precious golden locks couldn't handle an insult from a nine year old" this comment earned a glare from Chris before he struggled to his feet and held a hand out for me, I gratefully took it and he heaved me to my feet.

"Where to now? Another park so you can steal another kids frisbee?"

"Nope, ice cream" Chris hummed in delight

"Let's go then, you're buying"

"Why?"

"You're the one who got some wacko parents to chase us three blocks away from the park, you owe me ice-cream, I could have pretended not to know you but noooo, I had to run with you"

"Your fault!" He called over his shoulder as he sprinted down the crusty old sidewalk, dodging in and out of the crowed. Sighing and shaking my head I followed, my little legs sending a pleasurable burn up my legs, reminding me of doing tract with Chris, running through old parking lots, focusing on footing as not to trip while we ran from security, having just broken into a party.