Best Friend's Brother~ Shalaska

Alaska

"I'm not sure about this Sharon."
"Stop being a pussy and get out the car."
"I'm not a pussy."
"Are to."
"Stop being mean." I pouted as I got out the car.
"Well stop being a whiny bitch and hurry up." Sharon locked the car before walking off. I jogged to catch up then followed her to the club. We headed inside and weaved through various people to the bar. "The usual?" The barman said to Sharon. She nodded then turned to me. "See it's not so bad."
"Yeah."
"Alaska, this is Cherri and Veruca."
"Hey." They both said loudly.
"Oh, um hi." They both ordered drinks before starting a conversation with Sharon. I stared around at all the disorientated people and sighed. "You alright?" Sharon asked pulling me out of my thoughts. I nodded and she returned to Cherri and Veruca.

***

We made it back to Sharon's house. "You can sleep in my room; I'll crash on the couch."
"Are you sure." Sharon just grunted before face planting the couch. I headed upstairs quietly, making sure I didn't disturb Joan, and entered Sharon's room. I got out of drag, rummaged in a drawer until I found a t-shirt then climbed into bed.
I was awoken in the morning by a knock on the door. "Yeah?" The door creaked open and Aaron slipped inside. "Sleep alright?" He asked as he sat down at the foot of the bed. "Mhm." I replied as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "I hope you don't mind; I stole a t-shirt."
"It's fine, mom says don't be long, she's making pancakes."
"Sounds great." Aaron smiled before heading towards the door. "Oh, Aaron?"
"Yeah?"
"Is it alright if I steal some more clothes?"
"Go for it."
I quickly got dressed and headed into the bathroom to wash my face. Once I was ready, I headed downstairs to the kitchen where Aaron and Joan were sat talking. "Morning Justin."
"Morning."
"Did you sleep alright?" Joan asked as she placed a plate of pancakes in front of me. "Yes, thank you."
"Did you have fun last night?"
"Yeah."
I ate my breakfast in silence as Joan and Aaron laughed together. Once I had finished Aaron turned to face me, "I best get you back home."
"I'll just grab my stuff." I headed back upstairs and gathered up my stuff. When I reached the hallway, Aaron was stood there holding a bag. "Thought you'd want this."
"Thanks." I stuffed my drag in the bag, thanked Joan then followed Aaron out to the car.

***

We pulled up outside me house and I turned to face Aaron. "I'll wash your stuff and get Brooke to give it to you."
"Just keep it."
"Oh, right, thanks." I grabbed the bag, "Thanks for last night."
"I'm glad you had fun." I smiled before closing the car door and letting myself into the house. "I wondered when you'd return." My mom said fondly. "Did you have fun?"
"Yeah." I headed upstairs and bumped into Brooke on the landing.
"You're back then."
"Looks like it."
"Are you done stealing my friend?"
"I'm not stealing him."
"Whatever you say."
"Brooke, I'm not."
"Yeah well whatever, I'm going out with Britney so don't go in my room."
"Why would I?"
"Cory and Ryan snoop in my room and well we all snoop in your room."
"Well stay out."
"There's nothing exciting apart from you diary."
"How many times do I have to tell you, it's not a diary, it's a journal."
"What is going on?" Mom said as she reached the top of the stairs.
"Justin is stealing my friend."
"Brooke keeps reading my journal."
"Brooke stay out of Justin's room and he's not stealing him, Aaron just thought it would be nice if Justin knew some other Queens."
"Whatever, I'm going out with Britney and stopping at her place."
"Okay love."
Brooke stomped downstairs, grabbed her jacket, and slammed the front door behind her.
"I didn't mean to steal Aaron from her." I muttered as my mom pulled me into a hug.
"You're not dear." She replied before kissing me on the head. "She's just not used to the idea of you and Aaron being friends."
"We're not really."
"Whatever you say." I watched my mom go downstairs before going to my bedroom. I chucked my bag on the floor before collapsing onto my bed where I fell asleep.
I was awoken a few hours later by a knock on the door. "Come in." Aaron walked in and I sat up. "Brooke's not here."
"I know, your mom invited me for dinner and well I wasn't going to hang out with your brothers, they're a bit weird, no offence."
"None taken." Aaron closed the door and sat down at the foot of my bed.
"Do you wanna know something?"
"Sure."
"In all the time I've been friends with Brooke and been to your house, I've never been in your room."
"Really?"
"I've had no reason to."
"It's shitty."
"No it's not, it's cool." Aaron stood up and headed over to my dresser where he picked up a photo frame. "Ew, I look gross." I climbed out of bed and looked over his shoulder at the photo. "No, you don't."
"How old were we then?"
"I don't even know I think maybe it was Brooke's tenth birthday?"
"Probably."
"Don't quote me on that though."