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Okay, so this one is short and a maybe a little stupid, but I got the idea from the TIS trailer. Leave a review and let me know what you think!
"Just one bite, Sage," Adrian pressed.
He was sitting across the small, two-person table from me, holding out a fork full of blueberry pie. He'd been trying for a few minutes to get me to eat it.
"No," I said again, for what seemed like the millionth time. "I'm not hungry."
Finally Adrian dropped the fork back to his plate with a huff. "Fine," he said, "but why do we even bother coming to this place if you won't try the pie?"
I laughed. "Are you serious? We come here because you rant and rave about how amazing the pie is. 'It's my favorite, Sage. There should be some kind of law against making any other type of pie.'" I think I did a pretty good impression of him.
He lifted the fork again, taking a bite of the piece of pie I'd refused to eat. "They do have the best blueberry pie I've ever tasted." He waggled the fork in front of me, seeming to forget that he'd just tried this tactic and it hadn't worked. "Are you sure you don't want a taste?"
I was about to roll my eyes and tell him that we were never coming here for dinner ever again, but then I caught sight of a little smudge of purple jam near the corner of his mouth and an idea began to form. We were in a secluded part of the restaurant so I decided to go for it. I smirked and stood a little, leaning over the table towards him.
"Well," I smiled coyly, "maybe just a taste..."
Instead of leaning down to try some of the pie he offered I kept leaning towards him. He seemed to understand what I wanted because he leaned in too, meeting me halfway. His lips were sweet and sticky and he was right. The blueberry pie tasted so good on him. My tongue traced the shape of his lips, sucking at the blueberry jam at the corner of his mouth. When his lips finally parted with mine it was like the perfect sweet treat...
"Sydney?" A familiar voice called out. A voice I completely ignored while Adrian's tongue was doing sinful things to me. But then my brain kicked back in and I recognized the voice that had called out to me.
I pulled back from Adrian quickly, causing him to whine in disappointment, and looked in the direction the voice had come from. I hoped it wasn't who I knew it was.
No such luck.
Brayden was standing there, a cute brunette with glasses at his side, staring at us. Eyes wide, mouth agape, he looked like he was in shock. I'd never seen his calm, intellectual demeanor so disturbed. He snapped his mouth shut, then opened it again, no noise coming from him.
"I can explain," I started to say, sitting back in my chair.
"Explain why your brother just had his tongue down your throat?" he asked, incredulously. "Or why you were licking his face in the first place?"
Brayden's date looked at me and then to Adrian with a horrified look in her eyes.
I tried to think of a reasonable excuse for something like this, something I could explain away, but I was drawing a blank. There was no rational excuse to be caught making out with your supposed brother in public. I slowly looked back at Brayden, terrified to see the look in his eyes. But then Adrian spoke.
"I'm not actually her brother, Holden," he said, smoothly.
"It's Brayden," I said, more out of habit than politeness, but no one was listening to me.
"Yes you are," Brayden affirmed. "Sydney said you were. So did Trey. And she was always annoyed at you for interrupting things and dragging her off."
Adrian smirked, but it looked dangerous. Like he was about to do some damage.
"Listen, Brian," he said. "I know you're a smart guy, so think about it. I mean, do we look anything alike? Do we act like a brother and sister? Did it ever seem like we had an awful lot of sexual tension for siblings?"
Brayden just gaped at him. His date looked like she was desperately trying to understand what was going on. I wanted to bury my head thinking about the things Brayden was going to tell her once Adrian and I left.
"All of that witty repartee we engage in," Adrian went on, "it's called flirting. You should probably take notes. Based on what I've seen from you, I'm guessing you need practice." He looked over to Brayden's date. "Am I right?" he smirked.
"But... But when we dated..." Brayden stammered. I felt terrible for confusing someone as smart as Brayden, but I had no idea what to say so I just sat there and let Adrian finish.
"When you dated, how many times did Sydney disappear to be with me?" he asked, something in his voice slightly menacing. I couldn't tell if he was being a jerk to convince Brayden or if he really liked shoving our relationship in his face. "How many times were you left at the curb while your date when home with me?"
"But you're related," Brayden repeated. "Even Trey said you were..."
"Sydney told the school I was her older brother so they wouldn't give her a hard time whenever she spent the night at my place." Adrian's matter of fact tone had even me believing his version of things. "Trust me, Brady. A brother and sister do not do the types of things Sydney and I do together."
Brayden gawked at us for a few seconds more before shaking his head. He gave me one last look—desperately asking me for answers I couldn't give him, I could tell—before grabbing his dates hand and pulling her to a table on the other side of the restaurant. After that Adrian got the check and we were out the door as quickly as possible.
That hadn't gone well, but at least I was now certain that Brayden would never again bring up my relationship with Adrian. He'd probably never even speak to me again. Still, I was a little mad at Adrian's lack of discretion.
"Did you really have to be so straightforward?" I asked as we walked to the car. "I think you were a little rough on him. You didn't need to be so mean."
"Hey," Adrian stated as if he wasn't concerned, "I got him off our back. Besides, you're the one who practically attacked me across the table. If you wanted a taste of pie so badly you could've just taken the bite I offered you."
I rolled my eyes and started to protest, but Adrian cut me off, telling me to wait by the car for him. "Be right back," he called, heading back into the Pies and Stuff.
I waited and about two minutes later he strolled back out of the restaurant, a plastic bag in hand.
"What's that?" I asked, pulling the passenger side door of his Mustang open when he clicked the locks. Our pending argument over his explanation to Brayden forgotten for the moment.
"A piece of blueberry pie," he explained, rounding the car and opening his own door. He smirked at me over the roof of the car. "I wasn't quite done with our taste test yet."
My cheeks felt like they were on fire with all of the things his words implied, but I laughed a little and got into the car.