My Best Friends Brother - Gabby Scranton (grave mercy txt) 📗

Ch. 1
“Chelsea? Hello?” Faith Green yelled.
It had been a long day at school and Faith was meeting up with her best friend Chelsea Willow. She wondered through the door using the spare key in the flower pot outside. Faith walked into the Willows’ modern kitchen and admired their stainless steel microwave, stove, and dish washer, the smoothness of the fine granite counter tops and the huge island in the center of the room which inside held the beautiful silver, silverware.
Faith just sat down at one of the fine oak stools surrounding the island and pulled out a spoon and stared at her reflection. Just like any 16 year old teenager, she hated her appearance. She hated her long, wavy red hair and her piercing baby blue eyes. She hated the dimple in her left cheek and the light freckles that dotted her nose. She just wasn't impressed.
Faith sighed and was about to put the spoon away when she heard a creek by the entranceway to the kitchen.
Slightly frightened (not that she would ever admit that) pulled out the spoon as a form of defense and called out.
“Hello? Chelsea is that you? Haha very funny Chels, not falling for this old trick again!”
Faith remembered back a few months ago when Chelsea thought it would be funny to hide in the dish washer. And when Faith went to put her dish away their Chelsea popped out giving her a heart attack.
She shook her head and smiled at the many fond memories she had of her bubbly best friend.
Just as Faith was about to put the shiny silverware away, the wood floor creaked once again.
“Hey if anyone’s out there beware, because I have a weapon!” Faith yelled. “I’m also a black belt in karate so you better watch yourself!”
As soon as Faith turned around back to the island she heard more creaking and felt someone enter the kitchen, she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck sticking up. Slowly she turned around and stuck out her spoon and whipped it around the kitchen.
“He-, Ouch!” A voice yelled. “Is that your so called weapon?” The angry voice filled with laughter asked. Faith slowly opened her eyes and reveled in front of her was a teenager about 19. He had brown shaggy hair and light brown puddles for eyes with a nice height of about 6’4” and also the outline of definite drool worthy abs. He was hot.
Faith was lost in a trance when the boy started speaking. “Your weapon is my spoon.” He said laughing again. Then, taking another good look at the spoon, his eyes widened in mock horror. “Gasp, these are the good spoons!”
Faith’s face scrunched up in confusion. “His spoon?” She asked herself. “How the hell did he know this was a good spoon? OH my gosh! He must be a stalker.” Faith’s mind was rushing a million miles a minute.
She was scared out of her mind and started yelling at him, “Whothehellareyou? Whyareinthishouse? Pleasedon’thurtme! BewareIhaveaspoon!”
“Uhh, Fire Truck, u might wanna calm down and shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?” The boy peered curiously.
“No. I asked you first.” She responded quietly like a small child.
He just rolled his eyes. “Nice to meet you to.” His voice filled with sarcasm. “My name is Shane Willow, I’m 19 in four months, I have a sister, her name’s Chelsea. I moved from the rocky mountains of Colorado to here, sunny California and am currently living with my Mom and some dude named Rob. Don’t get your panties in a twist but babe that spoon won’t help you much.”
Faith was aghast. Chelsea had a brother? She had seen a younger version of him in some family photos, but never thought twice about it. How could she have not of seen this earlier? The same tan skin, nose and hair color. The only difference was that Chelsea had these dark green eyes the color of a forest.
But, once again was interrupted by the sound of Shane’s voice.
“Besides Fire Truck, with rock hard abs like mine that spoon would bend like a paper clip.” He said with a cocky smile
Faith just rolled her eyes and already knew that her and Shane where going to have some problems.
“Now fire truck, ready to introduce yourself?”
Faith rolled her eyes once.
“Hi my name is Faith Alexandra Green, Chelsea is my best friend, at least I thought so, and I think you’re a cocky egotistical jerk. Oh and by the way if you call me fire truck one more time, I will cut your balls off in your sleep.” She finished before smiling sweetly.
“Sure thing fire truck,” and with a wink Shane had disappeared upstairs.
Faith could already feel her blood boiling. Not only was Shane a total douche, but she was hurt. Her best friend for 16 years, left out such an important part of her life.
She was sad and decided to leave. She would have to talk to Chelsea later about this. But sadly on her way out Chelsea was on her way in and just said, “We need to talk, come over later.” Before walking next door to her house

Ch 2.
Faith’s POV
“Ugh, that… that… B- BUTTFACE!” I screamed into my hello kitty pillow.
“Honey? Are you ok?” My mom called yelled from down stairs.
“Yes Mom, just a little stressed. Oh, and Chelsea’s coming over later.”
“Ok, honey bun, thanks for telling me, I’ll set out another plate.”
“Thanks Mom!”
All of the sudden my phone started to ring.
“Hmm, you know you don’t wanna answer that.” My mind battled me.
I looked down and saw that the caller ID said Todd.
“Yo! Faithyy wuz upp muchacho?” Todd asked. I rolled my eyes.
“Totally not in the mood today Todd.”
“Youz ok?” he asked actually sounding worried.
“Yeah… maybe… not really… no… but I’ll tell you about it later.”
“You better Red…” Todd joked.
“I promise Todd!”
“K, bye!” and he hung up.
I started to pace around my small purple room.
“Ok, so your best friend has a secret brother that she never told you about.” I told myself. “Should I be understanding, like maybe there was some unknown reason she left out a huge part of her life? Like what if he’s a spy, or a ninja? I got it!” I jumped up and down. “He’s an assassin! That would explain the abs…”
“Fay you have an imaginary friend too?” Margaret, my little sister, asked with her huge blue eyes wider than normal. “Oh I gotts to tell Thomas about this!”
I smiled as the little blonde ran away from me to grab her twin.
“Tommy! Tommy! Fay has an imaginary friend!” I heard being yelled down the hallway.
Moments later they both appeared with huge toothless grins and dilated pupils. Tommy was first to speak.
“Fay you gotts you an imaginary friend? Oh can we name it Bob? Wait no, Philippe. Hold on I gotts it! Prince Philippe Bob Jr. The Third!”
Margie just squealed in happiness. “Ohh, that’s perfect! Tommy, hold my yoyo, I gotts to get Lenard!” I laughed loudly at the ridiculousness of all these names and how serious my little sister was being.
“Squirt, that’s the best name ever! Of course I’ll name him that!” I high fived him and hugged him. I pointed to a small green chair which he then sat in. “So, how’s school?”
Tommy’s face paled. “Uhh, umm, well, it’s ok.” He laughed nervously. “Hehe, it’s better than ok.. ..-“
“Thomas Robert Green, you will tell me the truth and nothing but the truth, what happened?” I scolded.
His face paled even more and tears welled up in his eyes. “Th- There’s this boy in sch- school and he told me told me that the- the- the- Easter Bunny wasn’t real.” By now he was sobbing. “And I told him he was lying, then he called me a baby.”
My eyes softened and I reached out my arms and let him crawl in my arms. “Oh Tommy, don’t listen to him. You’re the manliest of all manly eight year olds I have ever met.” I tapped his nose. “And you’re quite handsome as well with your gorgeous blue eyes and blonde hair. I can already tell your going to be a heart breaker one day.”
He blushed deeply. “I don’t wanna be a heart breaker fay. I don’t want to be like Daddy or leave a girl alone like Mommy. I wanna make them happy.”
I kissed his cheek. “Oh Tommy, you can do whatever your little heart desires.”
Just as I was about to kick the squirt out, Margaret came waltzing back in.
“I couldn’t find Lenard… I looked everywhere! In my sock drawer, behind the curtains, even underneath the bed, but he wasn’t there! So… then I needed to go potty and there he was playing with my rubber ducky!” She started a giggle fit and soon her brother joined her.
I smiled again. “Ok munchkins, out of here. Take Lenard and Bob Prince Jr… whatever his name is with you!”
They both stuck their tongues out at me and ranaway giggling. I sighed and fell back on my bed as soon as I felt my phone vibrate and checked to see who texted me.
From: Chels**<3**YourFavoriteSexiiBeastINYourFone
“I can explain everything, and I’m truly sorry if I hurt you… but I need to tell you something and it has to be in person. Coming over now.”
The loud doorbell echoed through the house just as I finished reading her text and ran down stairs. When I opened the door she had a guilty face on and walked upstairs without a word.
She walked in, grabbed my polar bear pillow pet, sat on my bed and played with a strand of her straight brown hair.
She looked up momentarily. “So, when I was born my parents split, as you know. Mom got half and Dad got half, which also ended up being me, going to my Mom’s and my brother, going to my Dad’s. Since my Dad visited me, I never actually knew I had a brother. My parents just thought I would be too young to understand everything that was going on. There were those few times I met him, but we never talked, I thought he was a family friend or a cousin or something. I actually just found out about him a few months ago when he emailed me telling me Dad died.” She had tears running down her face. “I mean Dad and I weren’t close or anything but I love him.” She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and continued. “That’s when I he finally told me he