My Brother's Best Friend Is My Mate

After a bunch of boring old lessons, lunch in the cafeteria, then more boring lessons, I am finally free. I rotate my neck as I walk to the art room, listening to the satisfying crunch. I stand by the door, checking my watch every two seconds until Spencer appears. When we were kids, it was always Spencer's dream to be a painter/ artist. We would always paint together, mostly things of nature. We painted trees, rivers and ponds and a lot more. There was this one painting though, that she loved a lot. It was a painting of a black wolf. It's yellow orbs were like a pond you could venture into and never return. The wolf was beautiful. Spencer brought it home and hung it in her room. When we were teens and I asked what made her love that specific painting so much, she simply answered and said, " There are a lot of things going on in this world that a lot of people don't know about; things you can't imagine. Things that are different. Like me." I didn't understand what she was trying to say. I still don't.

"Earth to Emerald!", Spencer snaps. I laugh. "Sorry. I was lost in my thoughts."

"What were you thinking about? ", she asked eyeing me.

"I was thinking about us when we were in kidnagarten", I reply as we exit the school and statt walking to the parking lot.

"Really?", she asked like an excited child. We both get in my car and I start to drive to Spencer's neighborhood. Spencer and I talk a few more minutes before she slaps me on the arm.

"Ouch! What the fuck is wrong with you?", I ask looking at my hand where a red spot is now visible.

"I just remembered something. Now shut up before you make me forget it", she said, snapping her fingers, which was a habit when she was thinking really hard about something. Which is rare.

"Is it important enough to possibly get both of us killed?", I tease.

"Have you heard about the party? Matt was telling me

regular hot senior at our school. He was the definition of a sexy greek God. Girls would through themselves at his feet.

over him about one or two times. I think. But it's all in the head. Spencer is the only one who knows that I have a big fat crush on him,

haven't heard of it. Are you planning on going?", I ask curiously. We were parked outside Spencer's house, but I doubt she was concious

I know that YOU would rather die than miss a chance of seeing

hitting her on the shoulder

Spencer says

just so happens to be Spencer's neighbor.

I see him drop a gadget he had in his hand, but it miraculously didn't fall to the ground because he caught it. Damn, those muscular arms. I so want

Reel it in Emerald',

waves back. "Hello ladies", he replies. And almost as quickly as he appeared, Liam

me on my forehead. "Hello. What are you thinking about

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