Hi. I'm Alex Wolff. The sick, perverted, young, crazy and wild teenager who also happens to be in love with his brother's best friend. How it started? I'm not sure. It just happened. Teenage hormones? Yeah, I guess you could say that. I'm eighteen. He's twenty-one. Both legal. Both single. I do everything I can to hide what I feel for him. The lust. The willigness to let him do things to me that nobody else has.
"Alex!" I jumped once my brother's shout interrupted my thoughts. "Geez, man. What does it take to get you to pay attention?" I mumbled something that didn't make sense when the words formed in my brain. "What was that?" "Nothing." I replied, a little too fast. Nat raised an eyebrow and sighed, running a hand through his hair. I let out a shaky sigh and began to gnaw on my lower lip until the metallic taste of blood touched my tongue. "I'm sorry, Nat." I hardly recognized my own voice now. I was still used to hearing my high pitched voice before I hit puberty, but those days were over. "For what? For not paying atte-" "For being the worst brother ever." I interrupted, looking at him. He looked hurt as he walked over and sat next to me. "Alex.." I looked at him, trying my best to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. "Do you honestly think that you're the worst brother ever?" I nodded, sniffled and wiped away a tear with my thumb. "That's not true. I love you, Alex." I knew he meant it. I loved him too. "Do you?" I mumbled, looking back at the ground again. "You're my brother. Look at how much we've accomplished together." I watched as Nat gestured towards the wall that held all our memories. Every morning I would always wake up and forget what Nat and I used to do together and all I'd have to do was look in that drawer and at the wall and the memories would come flooding back and I'd always have an emotional breakdown.
Nat placed his hand on top of mine causing me to hold my breath. Nat chuckled. "I'm sorry, by the way." I heard him say before we came to a stop at the restaurant. I blinked. Why was he apologizing? It was my fault that had happened. "You're my brother and if this makes you feel uncomfortable," He paused, watching as I cradled myself. My arms locked around my legs, my face buried in my knees. "You can tell me." He kissed the top of my head. "I'll be inside." He whispered. I heard the door close and I sobbed quietly. What the hell is wrong with me. A knock on the window was the next sound I heard. I looked up, my eyes glistened with my tears. A familiar face greeted mine. "David?" He smiled a little before opening the door. "You okay?" He asked, watching as I wiped my tears away. I nodded slowly. "Where's Nat?" I let out a shaky sigh. I felt my teeth bite on my lip as I gestured my head towards the restaurant. David sighed. "If you don't want to see him, Thomas, Qaasim and I are all hanging at my house, if you wanna come." I raised an eyebrow, glanced at the restaurant then back at David and nodded. He held out his arms, wrapped one around the back of my head and picked me up. I buried my face in his shirt and stared the restaurant.
"Whoa, what happened to him?" Thomas' voice was the first I heard when I walked in the door behind David. I shifted uncomfortably as I picked at the sleeve of my sweater. David glared at him. "Sorry." I heard him mumble. "'S okay." I mumbled back, sitting on the ground. "He was crying in Nat's car and I brought him here." I felt a hand pat me on the back. I didn't know who's it was. "You better go call Nat, man." Qaasim. It was Qaasim's hand. I nodded slowly before getting up and walking to the back room. I quickly dialed Nat's number. He answered after two rings. "Alex, where the hell are you?" He was frantic. Demanding where I was every two seconds. "Nat, calm down, I'm fine!" I had to shout so I could be heard over his excessive screaming. "I'm at David's house." I heard Nat sigh. "I told you to come inside after you stopped crying." I glanced at the door, hearing voices behind it. "Hang on Nat." I opened the door, glaring at Thomas and Qaasim. "Do you guys mind?" I hissed, slamming the door in their faces. I brought the phone back up to my ear. "David found me and brought me here. He thought you had left me." "Well I didn't!" He snapped. "Nat, would you just listen for two seconds!" I shouted, rolling my eyes angrily. "I'm waiting." He answered. "I tried to explain to him, but he brought me here. He told me I could wait for you." Nat seemed to understand and calmed down a bit. "I'll be there as soon as I can." And the next sound I'm aware of is the dialtone.
"Alex, it's been hours. I don't think he's coming." I growled under my breath. "Shut up, David." I turned, glaring at him. "It's late. C'mon, Alex." He held out his hand and I grasped his wrist trying to pull myself up, but accidentally pulling David on top of me. "Heh." I chuckled. "Sorry." He stared at me for a few seconds. "David?" I held my breath. We had known each other all our lives, but this was a little too much. He placed both his knees on either side of me and kissed me fervently. I blinked. This was new. It becomes much more passionate as I flip us around and pin him down. Our kiss is now all teeth and tongues and when I pull away, a strand of saliva connects our mouths. I plant gentle kisses along his cheek, jaw, and neck when the sound of a door slamming open distracts me. I jump and quickly look up. "Alex?" I'm still panting from mine and David's kiss and I'm pretty sure Nat's not going to let me leave the house. Nat grabs my arm and pulls me away from David. He punches me in the face, causing me to spit out blood. "Damn you!" He hissed. "I loved you." I collapsed on the ground, coughing up blood as Nat punched me again. "Nat, stop!" Were the last words I heard before everything went black.