My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter Twenty-Five

There is an after homecoming party at one of the football players' houses, but Fergie doesn't want to go. He says he'd rather stay in and eat a bunch of junk food while we watch movies all night. My parents know I am going to be out later than usual, so I don't bother worrying about them. As long as I'm home before one in the morning, I should be fine. The dance ended at ten, so we have a few hours to watch a couple of movies.

When we make it to Fergie's house, we walk into the kitchen to grab lots of snacks: chips, cookies, candy, and whatever else our hungry selves can grab. His parents are home, and we pass them as we attempt to go up to his room. I knew we weren't going to get let off that easily. They stop us before we make it to the staircase.

"Did you guys have fun?" His mom asks, smiling.

"Yeah, we had fun." He says at the same time that I nod my head. "We were actually just gonna go upstairs and hang out a bit. She has to be home before one, so she won't be here long."

"We can take a hint. You don't wanna talk to us." His dad chuckles. "Goodnight."

"No Dad, I wasn't saying it like that." Fergie shakes his head.

"You know your dad is just messing with you." His mom laughs.

"Okay, well we're gonna bounce." He nods his head toward the staircase.

I sheepishly follow in tow behind him, not knowing what to say to his parents. I know that I've known Fergie and his family for what feels like forever, but it just feels different now that we are romantically involved. His parents act like nothing has changed, but I feel like they look at me differently—more highly and more knowingly. I can't really explain the look that his mother gives me, but it's not a bad one. It really isn't the same, and I guess that's why I get nervous around them now.

Once we make it to his bedroom, I instantly hop on the bed and sigh. I still have my dress and heels on—which gets uncomfortable wearing more than a few hours. I stretch my arms above my head, sliding them across the bed and mimicking a snow angel. The only thing that is missing is the cold air and snow. Instead, Fergie's warm room and cotton sheets will suffice. He chuckles at my childish tendencies and sets the snacks on his bed, before walking to his dresser. He opens a drawer and grabs a T-shirt with the Jonas Brothers on it. He also grabs a pair of joggers and throws them to me.

"If you want to change out of your dress." He says.

"Really Fergie?" I raise my eyebrows, chuckling.

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"The Jonas Brothers?" I laugh, holding up the shirt.

"Hey, I liked them back then too! I had to cop some new merch now that they're back as a band!" He shrugs his shoulders.

"You are hilarious." I giggle, sitting up to take my heels off.

"You can't tell me that you didn't like them too."

"I did. Joe was my favorite." I nod my head. "I don't know, though. It's something about Kevin now. He's fine as fuck."

"Aye." He looks at me, pointing a finger. "Nick was the best! Hands down."

"Whatever you say." I shake my head, laughing.

Once I take my heels off, I stand up and grab the clothes that Fergie threw to me. I already know where his bathroom is; it's not like I'm a stranger to the layout of his home. I don't say anything to him as I walk out of his room and to the bathroom that is a couple doors down from it. It doesn't take me long to change out of the dress. As much fun as it was being cute for the night, I'd rather be dressed in sweats any day. I walk back into his room to see him wearing basketball shorts and a plain white T-shirt. I don't know how he makes a simple outfit like that look good, but he does. He always makes things look good. I place my dress on his dresser and make my way to his bed.

"Those are a bit too big for you." He laughs, pointing to his clothes.

"We can't all be a damn Sasquatch like you Fergie." I roll my eyes, playfully slapping his legs. "Scoot over."

"All this room on my bed and you want to sit right here." He chuckles.

"'Cause I wanna be by you." I peck his lips. "Now move over before I slap you."

"Feisty." He wiggles his eyebrows, scooting over, nonetheless.

"What do you wanna watch?" I throw my legs over his.

"Something scary, I guess." He shrugs his shoulders. "They always have the stupidest scary movies on Netflix, though."

"Let's watch Scream." I suggest.

"No Tatianna, that's not even scary."

"So."

"So, I don't wanna watch it." He mimics my voice.

"I don't even care. I'm probably gone fall asleep anyway."

"You better not fall asleep on me. This is our bonding time." He pouts.

"You're cute when you pout." I giggle.

"I'm cute regardless." He says.

In the end, he ends up putting Scream on anyway. I know Fergie, so I knew he was going to put in on. Even if he doesn't want to watch it, he'll watch it because I want to watch it—he's cool like that. I won't win two times in a row. He will be adamant about picking the next movie. Knowing myself, I will let him. Nine times out of ten, I'm going to fall asleep anyway. I don't even think I'll make it through the first movie. All I need is a comfortable setting and I fall asleep just like that.

"Tatianna!" Fergie groans. "I swear if you fall asleep on me!"

"I won't." I lie, knowing darn well there's a good chance I will.

"Man whatever," he shakes his head, "pass me the cookies."

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I've been on vacation! Sorry, for the lack of updating. I went to Vegas! It was a good time!

Qotd: Any summer vacations?

Aotd: I'm going to Miami soon.