" Y/N, you should sleepover at my house Friday!" Y/F/N yelled in my ear as you we walked around town.
" I don't know man, you know my mom doesn't trust men. Or boys."
I took a sip of my Mountain Dew. My content face replaced by a sad one.
" We could just, say he's younger than me?"
In my defense, it didn't sound like a bad idea. My curly hair whipped around my face, getting caught in my lip gloss covered lips. I grabbed the hair that was stuck and placed in behind my ear.
" Sounds like a good idea. "
My bottle was empty so I discarded it in the nearest trash can. We parted ways, she went to her house and I went to mine. I unlocked the door and slammed it shut, making sure my mom knew I was home.
" Mom, Y/F/N wants to know if I can stay at her house."
She rounded the corner into the living room where I was. I watched as she sat on the love seat, flipping open a magazine.
" Does she have any brothers?"
Her beady eyes looked at me through her round glasses.
" Yes, one. But he's younger than us."
She let out a sigh that I knew of way too much.
" Please mom? I'm 17 not 7."
I protested. She closed the magazine and stared me in my eyes.
" Okay, but if something happens call me right away. Ok?"
My face lit up. Ii jumped up and down.
" Thank you so much mom!"
I pecked her cheek and sprinted down the hall to my room. My book bag rested against my keyboard. I packed my bags, and waited on the front porch. My phone dinged, it was a text from Y/F/N.
" Hey, my mom is busy so i'm having my brother pick you up, ok? "
I sighed, but gave in.
" Sure, that's fine."
What was taking this kid forever? I've been waiting for 28 minutes. Just as I was about to walk back inside, her brother pulls into the driveway.
Was it bad that he was very attractive? Isn't it a rule that best friends can't like each others siblings? Oh well.
" I'm guessing you're Josh?"
I spoke into the open window.
" No, my name is Cameron and i'm your uber.
He rolled his eyes. Wow, nice humor and great looks? + 1842084 points.
" I'll take that as a yes."
I climbed into the front seat, setting my bag in the backseat.
My arm hurt so I went to go rest my arm on the small compartment in between the driver and passenger seats. Josh's arm was already there so our hands grazed. I felt red and warm.
" My bad."
My breath was shaky.
" It's ok."
I think I falling for my bestfriends brother, and I don't care. Ooops.
