Chapter 8

The next morning Fred was greeted by the bright shining sun coming in from her apartment window. She groaned. It was too early. She didn't want to have to get up. She was meeting her brother later that day and she didn't want to be late. Glancing over at her clock on her side of the bed, she saw that it was just past nine in the morning.

A realization hit her. He was coming at nine thirty! Shit! She couldn't let him see Wesley here! It was a part of every deal he made! Every guy that came to work for him, couldn't date her. It was just his rule, it was hers as well. She'd dated a few guys that he worked for and they ended up breaking her heart, so he broke theirs. Only literally.

"Wesley!" she called as she got out of bed and grabbed a pair of shorts and a short t-shirt to put on.

He lightly stirred on the bed. He didn't want to get up. Getting up required movement and he just wanted to stay in bed all day long with the girl that he was absolutely crazy over.

"Wesley get up now!" Fred sat on the side of the bed and shook his shoulders to get his attention.

Still he didn't move. Finally she got fed up and walked across the room and tossed his pants and his shirt on the bed next to him, where she was only a few minutes ago.

"Wesley! He'll be here in ten minutes! Now would be a good time to go!" she said in a raised, slightly panicked voice.

Instantly Wesley opened his eyes and put on his clothes that were lying right next to him. Why didn't she say that to begin with? Not only was his boss coming here, but he had to check in at ten. Fuck, this was just getting out of hand. They had to tell him sooner or later.

The terrified look on Fred's face made him think that later was better in this case. For today, at least. They'd tell him soon, but him walking in on them at the moment wouldn't be the greatest way to break the news that he was dating and sleeping with his sister.

Kissing Fred goodbye Wesley was out the door and out the back entrance just to be sure that he didn't run into any one.

As soon as Wesley left her apartment Fred paced around, nervous and after five minutes of no one barging through her door holding Wesley by his shirt collar, she calmed down a little more. She couldn't just pace around, it agitated her, so she looked in her fridge and saw that she had some eggs that sounded yummy.

Looking under her pantry she found her pan and her PAM. She set them down on her counter and broke four eggs. Two for her and two for her brother; when he arrived. Adding the milk, she scrambled them up till they were properly mixed.

She set the pan on the oven and added the contents. It took a few minutes before he arrived at her front door. He knocked and making sure that her eggs wouldn't burn, she opened her door to let him in.

"Hey!" she said smiling. She didn't get to spend a lot of time with him, but they still were really close and told each other everything. "Almost everything." She corrected her thinking.

"Hey!" he replied equally happy.

Every Sunday morning, he spent at her apartment so they could talk about their week and about anything else that was bothering them or happening in their lives. It was their sibling time as they called it.

Quickly they hugged and Fred let his arms to make sure that her eggs weren't overcooked. That had happened on occasion, and she made sure not to burn them again.

"Something smells great." He complimented to her.

Smiling in graciousness, she thanked him properly. "You're too kind. Now, if you could get out the bacon-"

"Actually unless you want it, I'm trying to go on a diet, if that's alright?" he told her.

Looking at him strangely, "You don't need to go on a diet. You've got a great body." She told him. Was he nuts? He had one of the healthiest bodies she'd seen. Not that she'd seen a lot of bodies, but still, she knew enough to recognize a healthy one when she saw it.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I don't know, I just feel funny." He said with a little more feeling behind it.

Handing him his eggs, he grabbed the napkins, forks, and salt and walked to the table.

She sat down and realized what was missing. "Drink?" she asked him.

"You sit, I'll get it." He told her as he ordered her to sit back down. "What do you want?" he called as he grabbed a glass for each of them.

"Orange juice please." She said as she couldn't wait and dug into her steaming hot eggs. After the first bite, she set her fork down and put a little more salt on them. She took another bite and was satisfied.

Setting her full glass of OJ in front of her, she told him, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. You cook me breakfast every Sunday, it's the least I can do." He joked.

As soon as he sat down he put some salt on his eggs and dug right in. The eggs tasted fantastic. He was extremely glad that she had pursued cooking when she was younger. It definitely paid off. For a while, she had been talking about becoming a chef, but that dream quickly faded away when their parents died.

"So, how are you?" she asked him. Better to direct the topic of discussion on him then me.

Taking a gulp of his water, he set his glass back down on the wooden table and sighed slowly. A small smile formed to his face and a twinkle came into his eyes.

"I'm really good." He told her honestly. "You?"

She twiddled with her long brown curly hair for a moment and thought about how she wanted to answer that question. She was just glad that he had never noticed that she fiddled with her hair when she was nervous and lying. Some things he was just dense about.

He patiently waited for her answer, finishing up his breakfast.

"I'm okay." She said. She was being honest, she was okay. She just left out the rest of it, which she wasn't known for doing. She had always been a blabber mouth, ever since she was little.

"Great. Any guys yet?" he asked, meaning to be joking, but sounding a little more domineering. He knew that if there was a guy, she'd tell him. He had to approve of him after the first five that stomped on her heart.

She smiled shyly for a moment and then down at her empty plate. She wanted to shout "YES! It's WESLEY!" at the top of her lungs, but kept that urge inside of herself. Instead she simply shook her head and got up to take care of her plate.

He followed her to the kitchen in the same manner and put his plate in the sink along with hers. He felt something off about her. Something just didn't seem right.

"Fred?" he asked her in a more serious tone.

Not making eye contact with him, she couldn't believe that she had just flat out lied to him! Her own brother! The guy that she told about the first time she had kissed a guy. The guy that held up to this point, every dirty dark secret she had. The guy that she was sure would kill Wesley if he ever found out.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently. There seemed to be something off about her.

She shook her head again, "There's nothing wrong. I swear, I'm just a bit tired is all." She lied.

Still not convinced but shrugging it off as just paranoia, he let it go without another word. If something WAS bothering her, she'd come to tell him eventually. She always had in the past.

"Alright," he said while sighing.

She smiled, glad that he wasn't going to push the topic and walked into the living room. Usually they watched a movie and talked through it, and laughed at the appropriate points. They had seen all of her movies at least two dozen times, and knew them all by heart.

"Pick out a movie," she called. "It's your turn!"

He pretended to think for a moment. Finally he called out, "Ocean's Eleven!"

She rolled her eyes, and called out, "Oh Angelus! You never pick anything different!"

He let out a laugh and walked into the living room to join his little and only sister and waited for one of their favorite movies to start.

TBC…