Tuesday, December 20, 2016

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Falling for My Best Friend, Part 5




When I heard James say that he loved me, I couldn't believe my ears. I wanted it to be true. I was also so afraid that I'd wake up to hear that it had all been a mistake again.

That was the second best night of my life. We were really going to be together.

I wanted every second with him I could get. He was going to be on the road again, and I was so busy with school.

When I'd asked him if we could wait to tell our parents, he didn't want to do it, but he'd agreed to wait until I had my apartment and we were free to do as we pleased.

That day came and went, but I still wasn't ready.

Why wasn't I ready? He asked the me the same thing. He thought I was embarrassed of him. It was the opposite. I was afraid he'd decide what he'd have to go through wasn't worth it. I was afraid he'd walk away from me.

Then it happened. My biggest fear came true. Only it wasn't our parents that caused it. It was me.

I'd lost him.

That was when I decided no matter what I had to do, I'd prove my love to him. I'd prove I was ready to fight for us.

We were going to be together, and nothing was going to stand in our way.

When the knock came at the door, I hadn't thought twice about answering it. When I swung the door opened, everything changed.

The one person I never expected to be standing there was looking down at me, and I knew I was in a world of trouble.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Working on My Brother's Best Friend

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Working on My Brother's Best Friend




It had been five years since my twin brother Gabe had moved to California when I got the call that changed my life forever.

He was my family, the only one I had, and he was gone.

I sat in the cold, dark funeral home while people moved around me. I could hear them talking, but all I could do was think. So many questions ran through my mind as I looked down at my hands in my lap. How could I have let him go? How could I have lost five years with him? Why hadn't I gone?

There were two reasons. One was to take care of my grandparents. They'd both passed in the five years he'd been gone. The other was the one person I couldn't stand, my brother's best friend, Doug. He'd gone with him to help him start his company.

I'd been under my covers in the same clothes for two days when my phone rang. It was my brother's lawyer letting me know that I needed to be in California the following morning. If I didn't show up, my brother's company would stop running. It was in his will. My plane ticket was waiting, there was no getting out of it.

It took all I had to get out of bed and shower off the funk I was feeling, but I did it. I did it for my brother, his company, and the people that worked there. 

When I walked into the room to wait for the rest of the people to arrive, I thought about Gabe and how proud I was of what he had accomplished. He'd taken his passion and turned into something amazing. When the door opened and his best friend walked in, it took all I had to remain in that room. I couldn't wait for the others to walk in and fill the space between us, but that never happened. There were no others. It was just the two of us.

Then it happened, the lawyer began to speak, and I thought I was going to lose it.

Gabe left everything, including the company, to his best friend and me evenly.

But that wasn't all, not even close. There were rules we had to follow before the papers would be signed and everything would be split.

1. We had to work together at the company for six months.
2. We both had to live in my brother's house the entire time.

I was done. There was no way. My brother always had been a jokester, and that by far was his best joke ever.

I was ready to leave when his lawyer added one last thing.

If either of us treated the other badly during that time, the company would be sold and everything would be given away.

I couldn't let that happen.

Just in the hour I was there, I'd already learned that my brother had kept things from me. I hadn't told him everything about my life either.

What else didn't I know about him?

There was only one problem, and his name was Doug.

Could we be that close for that long without ruining everything my brother had built?