Dean's POV.


This is the only picture we have of just us. There's nothing special about it, not even much of a story. My brother wanted to get a picture taken, he's sentimental like that. I fought against it of course, no point in wasting money we don't have on a stupid picture. But, well, he's a stubborn one. And I never could say no to his puppy-dog eyes.

He's in the middle, grinning like nobodies business. Me and my best friend are on either side of him, neither of us are too happy about it. He's got his small, shy smile, and I'm just smiling for my brother's sake. It turned out okay, so at least there's that. I think my brother kept it in his room for a while.

Nobody knows this, and if you tell anyone I'll have to kill you, but me and my best friend are holding hands behind my brother's back. I don't think he noticed, and if the photographer did, he never said anything. I don't really talk about things like that. I don't talk about anything except my job and my family. Not much to talk about if you ask me. What I feel, and what he may or may not feel, is no one's business but ours.

So what if I love the guy? I'm not good enough for him anyways.