My Brother's Best Friend

Chap. 12

"Blue moon!" Emmett sang, twirling around the kitchen with the broom. "You know just what I was there for."

I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head at him.

"You heard me saying a prayer for," Emmett belted, before holding the broom out to me.

"Someone I really could care for," I belted back, still laughing.

"I love this song," he confessed, with a smile.

"Why? It has no relevance to the movie."

"I don't like the movie," he said, making a face. "I just like this song."

I rolled my eyes as I finished wiping off the kitchen counter.

"And now all that's left to be done is for Parker to vacuum," Emmett announced, triumphantly. "Cleaning day is a success."

"Where is Parker?" I asked.

"He had to go down to Miami."

Miami? That's a three hour drive at best.

"What does he have to do in Miami?"

Emmett didn't answer, instead heading back to his bedroom. "I'm going on a run."

"Wait!" I called after him.

He turned to face me, cocking an eyebrow.

"We need to talk first."

With Parker not being here, this was the perfect time for me to tell Emmett about what happened this week.

And to give Emmett the appropriate amount of time to take in the information and kill me.

"Okay," he agreed, coming back out to the kitchen.

"Maybe you want to sit down for this?"

He stared at me for a couple of seconds before slowly taking a seat on one of the barstools. "Okay?"

"Just promise me you'll completely hear me out first."

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Fucking hell Emily, what happened?"

"Promise me."

"I promise."

I nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

"Okay, so remember when I went to the mall with Michelle last week?"

"Yeah," he agreed, with a nod.

"Well while I was there, I had a really hard time finding clothes that fit me right."

He stared at me, wordlessly.

"So I skipped dinner that night."

He didn't say a word.

"And then every other meal for the next week."

Silence.

"I asked mom and dad for the credit card so I could join Gold's Gym." I took in a deep breath and slowly let it out, because the next part wasn't easy to say. "And to buy appetite suppressants."

Emmett pressed his lips together.

"I'm sorry," I said, quietly.

He stood up and walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

The silence was worse than any possible thing he could've said to me.

~*~

"Is he still not talking to you?" Parker asked me, as Emmett came in from his morning run.