My Best Friend's Brother Chapter 2

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Antonio walked out the kitchen to see Sheridan and Luis sitting on the couch making out. He sighed deeply and walked back into the kitchen. He couldn't bare seeing Sheridan in his brother's arms. They were really getting close on the island. But then Luis came and Sheridan remembered him as her long lost love. He made plans to leave the island despite Liz's protests but Luis figured out that he was his long lost brother. Now for his mother's sake he came back and now he had to watch as the couple fondled each other. He didn't think he would ever find somebody that made him feel the way Sheridan had.

But now that thought was gone.

The first person he saw when he came home was Whitney. She changed so much since he last seen her. Her hair was still curly but her body developed more and he felt himself getting attracted to her. But she was his younger sister's best friend. "And you are 28," he said to himself. But she was 21. It seemed as Whitney had it bad in the love department like himself. Antonio turned around when he heard somebody enter the kitchen. "Hey Sheridan."

Sheridan smiled at her fiancé 's brother and her friend. While she was on the island, the two had become very close and she suspected that he was starting to develop feelings for her. But she diminished that idea. They were just friends. Right?

"Hey Antonio. Have you seen Whitney? Theresa is running around her frantically looking for her."

"She ran out for a bit. But tell my sister that I will find her." Antonio grabbed his jacket and started out the door before he would look into Sheridan's blue eyes.

"Okay thanks."

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Whitney slammed her shot of vodka down on the bar top. After she had ran out, she came upon the bar and before she knew it she was drowning her sorrows away with liquor. She looked towards the bald bartender. "Hit me," she slurred.

The bartender shook his head as he poured her another drink. "I hope you are thinking of driving," he muttered to himself.

Antonio walked down the bar steps and sighed inwardly when he saw Whitney drinking what he estimated her 5th drink by the way she was swinging her arms around her head. He walked up to the bar and grabbed her car keys. "Come on Whitney. It's time to go."

"Tonnnnnnnyyyy." Whitney grinned drunkenly at the man before her. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to take you home. Now come on."

"I can drive myself." Whitney stood up only to fall flat on her face.

Antonio helped Whitney up off the floor and flung her over his shoulder. "You are going to have the worst hangover tomorrow," he said as he trudged up the steps.

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Whitney turned over on her stomach and opened her eyes slightly. She smiled when she saw Antonio sleeping peacefully on a chair next to her bed. She sat up only to feel uneasiness flow into her head. She jumped up from her bed and ran to the bathroom to throw up her dinner.

Antonio woke up to the sounds of vomiting. He ran to the bathroom to find Whitney perched over the toilet. He held her curly tendrils as she began to throw up again. He flushed the toilet and led Whitney back to her room.

"I feel horrible and cut off that damn light!" Whitney exclaimed.

Antonio stifled a laugh as he pulled Whitney up and began to change her sweaty clothes. "Whitney my girl, you are having your first hangover."