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My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter Two

I stomped right past Will and into the bathroom. I let out a frustrated scream and I could just picture Will's stunned face, especially since Darien came barreling in after me. At the bathroom doorway, with my eyes burning fire, I snapped and jabbed a finger out towards Darien. "You need to get THAT out of our apartment, ASAP!"

With that, I slammed the bathroom door shut and heard Darien begin to go on about the story and rant how I was so mean to him and blah, blah, blah. From the bathroom I screamed for him to grow up as I stripped down to nothing. The water was already running and I checked to make sure it was hot, but not too hot, as I stepped in. I shivered; it the initial reaction I always got as soon as I felt the water hit my skin, especially after that cold rain. The goose bumps on my skin were causing chills down my back.

I scrubbed my body to get myself warm and tear away any of Darien's germs. God only knows how many STD's I could pick up by having him just place a hand on my arm. I cringed at the idea and scrubbed harder. When I finally did come out of the bathroom my skin was slightly pink from the hot water, and the mirror was completely covered with steam. I sighed as I towel dried my hair, hung it to dry, and grabbed a fresh towel to wrap around my body.

When I came out Darien was sitting on the couch and his gaze averted from the television and locked onto me. What a perfect circumstance. He stood up and began that tough-guy walk towards me. It was sexy and smooth and his signature walk. I stood there, just standing still, because I knew that he'd follow me to my bedroom relentlessly if I did. My eyes scanned the room but I couldn't find my brother anywhere. "Where's Will?"

"He went to the store." Darien replied. Great, this was getting even better by the second! "I'm glad he's not here though, it gives me time to admire you with your hair dripping wet. I can just imagine what it looks like without that towel."

"I'm glad you can imagine it because you'll never see it in person." I snapped harshly. "Now what do you want? What kind of sick pleasure do you manage to squeeze out of tormenting me? Why can't you just leave me alone, Darien? Why do you always have to go for me, me of all people, to victimize when I mind my own business?"

"Look I just came to apologize to you so why don't you stop being a brat and actually let me?"Darien questioned as he raised an eyebrow at me. I wanted to draw blood from his evil little body but my better half let him go. I sighed to show my annoyed and waved my hand in the air, signaling for him to continue. I could see anger sparks flare in his eyes. "If you weren't a girl, and weren't so hot, I would have seriously knocked you out by now."

"And I need to know this why? Look, I have class in a couple hours, so I really don't have time to deal with baby stuff. If you'd just leave me alone now that'd be greatly appreciated." I crossed my arms under my chest and snapped sharply. With that said I turned on my heel and headed back to my bedroom were I slipped on a small cream colored miniskirt, a grey tank top, and a cream colored suit jacket that hugged my figure with only two buttons buttoned in the middle. On my feet I had felt peep-toe high heels and I sweeped my long blonde locks back into a high ponytail and, while my eyes turned an odd grey color (to match my tank top basically), I applied my makeup with the smokey-eyed look.

I heard a knock on the door, after I made sure my black messenger bag had everything I needed, and I swiftly slipped it up on my shoulder. When I walked out of my room, poor Seiya was being tormented. I picked up my pace as I went to rushed to help the man in distress. I blew my bangs, which had fallen into my face, out of the way as they went towards the side, angled how they were supposed to be. Darien slammed a hand on the doorframe, blocking me from Seiya, and turned a glare towards me. He nodded towards Seiya. "Who's this?"

"This is my friend, Seiya, he's coming to pick me up and drive me to college. We alternate every other week. One week he picks me up, the next I'll pick him up."I explained quickly. "Look, I really don't have time to deal with you. We have college classes to get to so can you just leave us alone?" I gave him large, sad eyes. His angered features softened and he let his arm fall back down to his side again. I took the time so quickly slip out past him and head towards school.

"So, the guy seemed pretty protective of you. Is it another one of those stupid boys who aren't worth your time? It seems that way." Seiya's voice was harsh. It shocked me because the amount of times Seiya had gotten mad was few and far between. Maybe she was just imagining it though? The emotion behind his eyes told her otherwise though. The boy was definitely upset.

"He's just my brother's best friend. They've been friends ever since I can remember. It's really not that big of a deal. I guess he's just looking out for him. You know how protective Will used to be after all."I pointed out quickly. And, who's to say that it wasn't the reason Darien was so concerned with me? He certainly had never been interested before.

Seiya resulted to quietness.

Darien

"So what's your sister like these days, Billy?" I asked as I took a sip of the soft drink sitting on the counter before me. I didn't drink alcohol, didn't touch it or even think about it. There was a time I used to consume it radically and, because of that, I was scared of it. Even thinking of alcohol terrified me. I didn't have the resistance to stop myself once I started.

"She's going to school to become an elementary school teacher. She loves the children that she babysits every Wednesday. When she has spare time she usually volunteers at the daycare down the street, too. Other than that she's busy hanging out with friends and shopping, gossiping about boys, and dedicating her heart to Paul Walker. Although, there is a man who might be taking his place soon." Will's eyes drifted off as he took a bite of the donut in his hand.

"Who's that?" I asked quickly, my eyes shining. I was, admittedly, a little hopeful that maybe, just maybe, Will was talking about me. Considering the siblings hadn't had any quiet time since my arrival, it was doubtful. But who knows? Maybe she was harboring crush from way back when?

"Chace Crawford or something I believe his name is?" Will took a sip of coffee.

"What? She's going for that Gossip Girl sensation?" I asked with large eyes.

"Gossip Girl? Ayame doesn't really watch television. She saw him one day in a magazine, she's been Google searching pictures of him ever since." Will sighed and shook his head. What would a girl that sexy want with a tool like Chace Crawford? The thought of her even wanting another man was just making me mad. I wanted to have his blood all over my hands.

"What about that Seiya guy?" I pushed.

"He's a nice guy. He's one of Serena's best friends and, more importantly, probably the only guy she really talks to. She doesn't really get involved in relationships anymore. She claims that she needs to concentrate on college. It's her decision, really. She's a smart girl and I have a lot of faith in her. She's not one to get swept up into stupid romances." Will pointed out.

"It's hard to believe how much she changed." I said, after a pause in the conversation. "I still remember her being that skinny little girl who was short and barely there. I remember the braces, and her always going off when she walked through metal detectors at the airports and stuff. It's hard comparing that curve-less little flat-chested girl to the one I saw today." I admitted and Will shot me a warning glance.

"You're my best friend, Darien, but you hurt my sister and you will be my worst enemy." Will threatened. I had every reason to believe him, with a look like that. Of course Will knew my past relations with women but he didn't know the complete truth.

The truth was that I couldn't get the picture of Serena out of my head. She looked too good to be true. With long, naturally bleached blonde hair along with various other shades, baby blue eyes that sometimes turned the oddest color of grey, thin body with a cinched in waist, slim toned legs, ample breasts, shapely butt, and curved back she was every man's dream. Her skin was tanned and flawless, with thick black eyelashes and full lips with the cutest button nose.

And then there was her personality. She was mature, stubborn, strong, opinionated, and intelligent. She was adorable and I had a feeling she had those immature moments still, knowing when to be and when not to be. I was also counting on her to still have that award-winning humor that both siblings had picked up from their father, back when he was still a decent man.

Will looked a lot more like his father, with the white-blue eyes that never changed. He, like his sister, managed to have the mother's blonde hair color though. His jaw was squared and his shoulders were broad with an athletic build. There was a knock on the door and Will rose to answer it. He opened the door and, right away, a petite raven-haired girl flew into the apartment. She immediately started complaining and asking where Serena was then saw me and stopped.

She fixed her purple summer dress immediately and flashed me a smile, yet spoke to Will with a harsh tone hiding underneath her voice. "Will, you didn't notify me that we had guests."

"You didn't notify us that you were gracing us with your lovely presence." Will replied through gritted teeth. "Had I known, I wouldn't have answered the door and, had Serena known, she would have left me a note or a voicemail or something." The girl just waved him off and looked around the apartment. Will looked at me, rolling his eyes and made a motion with his hands that signaled he wanted to strangle her.

"Is Serena at school?" the girl asked curiously.

"Yes, Raye.." Will sighed.

"Well," she pulled a stack of cards and papers out of her purse and threw them down on the counter. I raised my eyebrow and Will curiously walked over to see the contamination to his clean space. "Make sure you give her those, then, and tell her to gimme a text at which ones were attending. I gotta get going, but you two should definitely have a party this year, at your parents' beach house. It's only thirty minutes away and it's totally worth it."

The girl flashed me a large, artificially white smile before spinning on her heel and heading back outside the apartment to wherever she came from. Will flipped through various papers and cards on the table and rolled his eyes. "College kids and their Halloween parties, you know? It's ridiculous, how many of them there are."

"I could go for a party…" I mumbled, and immediately caught a warning look from Will. I sighed, "I don't mean to drink and get drunk and stuff like that but to just hang out and relax and be back into that social environment again. Besides, nobody can put it better than the all famous band Motley Crue, Girls, girls, girls!"

I would never tell him that there was on particular girl I had my eye on...

Serena

Seiya drove me home without saying a word. I hated the silence between us. Never had we ever, since we first met, had a moment we couldn't fill with conversation. As soon as I stepped out of the vehicle, Seiya was gone and I stood under the protection of the large underground garage area, as I heard the rain patter lightly against the pavement, almost stopped by now. The last thing I wanted was to ruin of friendship and it looks like I happened to do just that.

I shuffled my bag as I opened the apartment with my key card and slipped inside. I immediately placed my bag down and spoke up, not even acknowledging Will and Darien watching some scary movie with scantily clad girls. "Raye said that she left some important paper work concerning college here that I needed to take a look at… I didn't buy it for a second. Raye never does anything important. She's all about parties and boys, so what's the deal guys?"

"The stack of Halloween invitations on the table belongs to you. I'm assuming that's the important paper work that she was talking about? She really should plan ahead before she visits." Will mumbled. I smiled, knowing that my brother couldn't stand one of my two party-happy friends. They, along with my other friend, were also boy-happy. Raye had, on more than one occasion, made a move on Will that he declined.

"I have better things to worry about other than parties; I wish those girls would understand that. And I also wish they'd acknowledge the fact that I'm not searching for Mr. Right because marriage isn't exactly on my mind right now. Besides, sleeping around with everybody and their brother wouldn't be getting me any closer." I sighed.

"Mr. Right may be closer than you think but there's a time and a place and a reason, you just have to be patient and wait for it. I'm glad you are, and not giving into the peer pressure from a group of girls who still act like they're in high school, if not middle school." Will pointed out. As you can tell, he didn't quite approve of my friends.

I glanced over at Darien Shields and noticed he was intently watching me. Should I have felt violated? Probably, but his eyes were soft and admiring, something I'd never seen from him before. He looked sexy and caring and perfect. For a moment, and just a moment, I wanted to kiss those gorgeous lips and run my hand through his shiny jet black hair as we kissed. Suddenly, snapping over of my daydream I raised an eyebrow and scrunched up my nose. "What are you looking at, Shields?"

"Nothing…" Darien replied quietly as he turned back around to watch the movie. I silently wished I hadn't been so rude, since he seemed to actually have his feelings hurt. Who was I kidding though? He was Darien, he didn't have feelings! I must be going crazy.

Shaking off my previous thoughts I grabbed a water bottle, my messenger bag, and the large stack of invitations back to my room to complete homework and sort through everything. But I couldn't. I loved the way he looked, and loved the way he looked at me. The boy was addicting, with looks that could kill. I bit my lip and tried to concentrate harder.