My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter Sixteen

I have spent countless times imagining scenarios in my head about Fergie and I being together. I never thought that he would actually reciprocate feelings—never in a million years. My heart still has not stopped beating since he left my room about twenty minutes ago. It feels like such a relief that he likes me and it excites me to no end. I did not even think that I was his type. I don't know what his type is, but I instantly thought that I wasn't it. I am going to try to remain positive and not fill my head up with any pessimistic thoughts. I am just going to go with the flow and see where things go from here.

And maybe I'm going to go to the kitchen, too—just to see what the guys are up to.

Or maybe I just wanna see Fergie.

Sure enough, Devin and Fergie are doing what they usually do: being lazy and watching television. They only play the game if they are hanging out in Devin's room. Other than that, they come to the living room to watch television or lounge around. I see that they are watching a horror movie, which is definitely my favorite genre. Part of me wants to join them, but I don't want to seem like I'm thirsty.

"Wanna watch a movie with us?" Fergie asks as soon as he sees me. I guess I'm not the only one who wants me to join them.

"Yeah, I got nothing else to do." I plop down on the couch that Fergie is sitting on.

Devin averts his attention from the television screen and eyes the two of us. It makes me uncomfortable how his gaze seems to unravel every emotion that was said in my room. Fergie and I haven't even made it official yet, so I'm sure he can't know what went down earlier. I don't know how he's going to take it when he finds out that Fergie and I like each other. I just hope he doesn't feel betrayed or anything. I've been liking Fergie for such a long time; Dev is going to regret all those times we all hung out together, if he finds out. I feel like he is going to hold himself responsible for my crush on Fergie, and then he is going to get all protective the way that he does.

I can understand how this all would be weird for him. I'm his little sister, the girl he thinks can do no wrong. I'm supposed to find love in a romantic way, not develop feelings for my brother's best friend—a football player who has every girl pining after him. That's just the thing, though. Fergie isn't like every other guy. Girls throw themselves at him all the time and he pays them no attention. He's the sweetest guy I know, who would never hurt anyone intentionally. He has always been the cool guy that everyone likes.

"Can I help you?" I roll my eyes and tilt my head to the side.

"Girl." Devin rolls his eyes back.

"You was staring hard enough." I say.

"Don't nobody wanna stare at you." He waves me off and turns his attention towards the television again.

"Y'all are hilarious." Fergie laughs.

And for the first time, it's like I'm scared to look at him. And I mean really look at him. When he didn't know I liked him, I could look at him and he wouldn't suspect a thing. That's how I picked up on all his habits, like the way he bites his lip and stares into space when he wants to say something. Why do I feel so afraid to look at him now? I swear he's going to think I'm obsessed with him or something.

Suddenly, Fergie's laughter stops and he looks at me with a smile. It's definitely reassuring.

It's like we're the only two in the room. I can't describe how he makes me feel with one look. For someone who has been crushing so long, I don't want to ruin anything. I don't want to do or say the wrong thing. I really like him.

"What time you leaving, Fergie?" Dev interrupts us.

"Uh, I guess in a couple of hours." He answers, looking at the time on his phone.