Best Friends with Mr. Supermodel

"OH MY GOSH, his body is to die for."

"His shoulder muscles and abs are blinding me…"

"Don't you just love him?!"

I rolled my eyes at the 3 girls drooling over a magazine. I could already guess who they were drooling over…

"I heard Nick Walker is coming to Arizona!"

"Can you believe he's only 18?"

"Do you think he'd fall for a couple of 15 year olds?"

They all eye-balled each other and sighed in unison, "Nah."

"Nick probably wants a woman with experience." The girl's blue eyes twinkled as she giggled.

I shook my head. I know for a fact that Nick Walker would never date anyone older than him. It makes him feel weak and un-manly. I also know for a fact that Nick hates to be called Nick.

Fang.

He likes to be called Fang.

Now I bet you're wondering how an average 17 year old girl like me knows that. Am I a creepy stalker?

No, I'm simply his best friend.

Not that anyone knows, but Fang and I grew up together. Our moms were friends, and we were neighbors. He has always been my best friend, and vice versa.

...

I impatiently tapped my toe; the bus was running a couple minutes late. This means I have to listen to more nonsense about Fang, but more importantly, Fang is finally coming home today.

Fang left for a photo shoot 6 months ago in Paris. We keep in touch as much as we can, but it's not the same as seeing him in person. Over Skype, he showed me pictures of the Eiffel Tower and the yummy food he ate, but I just couldn't wait to see him.

I missed his smell of cologne, and the way he made me laugh. I missed his half smile half smirk, and hearing his laugh was music to my ears.

The bus pulled up to my stop. I slinged my backpack over my shoulder and got ready to get off.

WHOOSH. I felt the cold winter air slap against my face as the bus door opened.

"Please hurry up Max," Lissa sneered, "Some of us have somewhere to go."

I turned around and shot back," Oh it's good to hear you're doing something useful with your life."

I turned on my heels, held my head high, and stalked off without looking back.

...

"Hey I'm home," I yelled as I pushed the front door open.

"Max!" squealed my sister, Ella. She was only a couple years younger, 15.

"Is Fang really coming today?" She squeaked excitedly.

I couldn't hold back a smile, "Yes. Yes he is."

She excitedly chattered on and suddenly scampered upstairs, and back down with a magazine in her hand.

"No way," I shook my head and backed up," No way."

I've never looked at any magazines with Fang featuring in it. I was worried that once I saw him in his modeling act, I would start fangirling over him like everyone else.

I am his best friend.

Best friends don't drool over other best friends.

Ella sighed, " Whatever suits you."

Before I could even say thanks, Ella pushed the magazine under my nose.

I screamed like a little girl and shut my eyes.

There is NO way I'm looking at Fang. Sexy sexy Fang…

Wait what?

I think I'm getting a fever or something.

...

The doorbell rang.

I screamed some more not very nice words, then heard my mom say,

"Welcome back Nick. It's been a while since we've seen you."

"FANG!" I yelled and my eyes shot open.

I knocked Ella over and ran to Fang who was wearing a tight black V-neck showing off his abs.

His obsidian eyes sparkled.

Fang opened his arms out wide and embraced me in a big tight hug.

"I've missed you Max."

My face snuggled deeper in his hard chest,

"Me too," I said.

Me too.

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