My Brother's Best Friend

Chap. 19

I was the first one ready. This definitely was not an everyday occurrence.

I stepped out into the kitchen, helping myself to a yogurt and taking a seat at the counter.

The apartment was eerily silent, meaning that both the boys must still be on their morning uns.

They were cutting it close today.

I finished off my yogurt and went back to my bedroom to touch up my hair and grab my phone.

As I stepped back out into the hallway, sending a text to Michelle, I practically crashed into someone.

"Sorry," Parker muttered.

"I'll just go around," I muttered, going to step around him.

We both ended up stepping in the same direction.

I stepped in the opposite direction at the same time Parker did.

I closed my eyes. This wasn't happening right now.

"You step to your right, I'll step to my right," I instructed.

"Won't we both be going the same way again then?" Parker asked, confusedly.

He wasn't seriously that stupid.

"Just step to your right," I instructed.

He did so, and I stepped to my right.

"Oh," he muttered.

I stepped around him, continuing out to the kitchen.

Emmett was shirtless, taking a hit from his inhaler.

"Cutting it close today," I commented.

He nodded in agreement. "Took the longer route."

"Well hurry it up so you don't make me late for school."

He chuckled, taking a second hit from his inhaler before turning to face me.

"That's a serious look," I commented, raising my eyebrows at him.

"How many more hints do I have to drop before you're going to tell me that you and Parker kissed in the elevator?"

I lost the ability to speak, my jaw falling slack.

How the hell could he possibly know that?

"I mean, the three of us live in one apartment together," he continued. "You didn't think I'd notice how you've been completely avoiding each other for almost two weeks?"

I actually didn't think he'd notice, no.

"So when you're ready to tell me, I'll be waiting," he concluded, before heading back towards his bedroom.

We're so screwed.

"Parker!" I called out in the hallway, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the janitor's closet.

"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded, yanking his arm away from me.

"Emmett knows."

"What do you mean Emmett knows?"

"He told me this morning that he knows about our kiss."

Parker's eyes widened. "He actually told you that?"

I nodded.

"Shit."

"What are we going to do?"

"Well we're going to tell him, obviously," Parker stated, staring at me like I was an idiot.

"He'll kill us."