My Brother's Best Friend

Note : This is NOT a Fan Fiction. This is a romance between a normal boy and normal girl - it's called a book.
My name is London Green. My brother is Collin Green. His best friend was Jacob Scarf. We used to play together in the street when we were kids, but of course like all older brothers, Collin and Jacob used to pick on me. Jacob bullied me more and more as we grew up, until he moved to Edinburgh. It was a fresh start for me, away from that little porky kid that used to ruin my every day. But now, he's coming back. Now that we're older, will everything be better or much, much worse?

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4. C h a p t e r T h r e e

"Who is she?" They whisper from behind me. My vision is twisted and warped so that I'm disorientated. The world is in black and white, like those old films.

"She's a right freak," Someone replies from around the same place. I wonder if they know I can hear them. My stomach churns like a brew mixing and I sway back and forth, dizzy. 

"Yeah, she used to be the elephant of the school," They teeter before continuing, "Now she's grossly thin..."

I stumble forwards a little, my stomach lurching as I do. 

"Have you seen her in the changing rooms? She looks like a punch bag. I think it's self harm," A girl says and they all make noises in agreement. 

"Disturbed."

"Weird."

"Creep."

"Monster."

"Totally."

I spin on my toe like a ballerina to confront the gossipers. But see only faded figures that look like shadows. I reach out to touch them and they disappear like steam. I glance around and hear laughter from my side. I turn and they have re positioned there...

I am about to touch them again but then I realize. This is a dream, I know, but not just a dream. This is a memory. A memory from three years ago, when Jacob had just left, my Dad had just died and I had turned anorexic. These were the girls who muttered about me when I passed by. These were the girls who spread the rumors like a wild fire. These were the girls who assisted Jacob in making my life a misery...

Their descriptive words echo in my head like bells as I am pulled out of my slumber by someone hissing my name,

"London? London, are you awake?"

"Am now," I answer, stretching. My eyes flicker open to look at the person who spoke, but it's too dark to make out who it is.

"Oh, sorry," He apologizes and I hear the floorboards moan as he makes his way out of the room.

"No, wait!" I protest, fumbling blindly with my lamp until it finally turns on, flooding the room with light. My eyes dart back round to see Jacob creeping out of the door. He freezes and glances at me sheepishly. My whole body tenses. What is he doing in my room? Was he planning to abuse me? Revenge on the guilt I left with him earlier this afternoon?

"London," He says edging closer to me whilst I shuffle back into the bed head. He pauses and I notice that he isn't exactly wearing much but his boxers. I curl my lip back into my mouth and clamp my teeth down on to it, mentally threatening my self as a blush tickles at my cheeks. He sits on the edge of the bed causing it to bounce a little before he continues, "London, it's about what you said before. I - Well, I'm just so sorry." He says, not making eye contact with me. Am I hearing right? Is this some kind of trick?

"I just - Did you really believe that?" He asks, bewildered. I blink at him, so he adds, "That you were that fat?" I glare at him and snap fiercly,

"Well probably seeing as I starved myself for months," He gulps, guiltily and fiddles with his thumbs, frowning.

"What about your Mum and Collin? Why didn't they mention it when I called to ask if I could stay with you?" I pull my legs up closer to me, wrapping my arms around them and resting my chin on my knee caps, rocking myself slightly.

"I never told them. I mean at the time...Dad had just died and it was about two months later when you moved. I thought that they would just tell me that it's normal to get bullied, and that I should learn to stick up for myself. Mum put it down to Dads death anyways..." I whisper, remembering as if it were yesterday that this had all taken toll.

"Why didn't you correct her? Say it was me?" He asks, confused. A smile dances on my lips as I answer,

"Jacob, I think we both know that you were Collin's only friend. If he were banned from playing with you, I think he would have ended up moving schools in search of new friends...the loner." He gives a single chuckle and then there is a long stretch of silence. The fabric of my pajama top catches on my arm and I feel giddy as I eye the deep slits in my wrist. I tug the sleeve down, concealing them from sight and sigh. Jacob looks at me and purses his lips,

"Sorry," He mumbles, wearily, "You probably want to go back to sleep," He stands up and arches his back as he stretches, his shoulder blades showing prominently. I shrug and yawn, slipping back under the covers and reaching over to click the light off.

"Er, wait," Jacob spins and gestures with his hands, "Do you have any more blankets? It's really cold on the couch..." He complains.

"No I think you've got them all,"

"Oh right..." He hovers next to the bed as if he's waiting for me to offer him something. I raise a eyebrow in question and he gives a doleful smile before scurrying away, sighing as he closes the door. I screw up my face, puzzled at what he was hinting at but decide I don't care, switching off the light and rolling over to fall back asleep.

* * *

My finger tips trace the elegant writing that stains the crispy white paper.

Helping Grandma with her furniture. Food in the larder, money in the red purse by the oven. Love you sweet heart, be back in a few hours x

So, Mum had gone out with Collin. I could easily imagine the fight that he put up. He's a bit pissed at the moment that I'm spending more time with his mate than he is, but if I was offered, I'd happily trade. I roam into the living room and go to sit down on the sofa, a scream shooting up out of my lungs as Jacob groans from a few inches beneath me. I clasp my mouth shut and jump away, my back making impact with the hard floorboards. I grunt, rubbing my head as I haul myself off the ground. Jacob snores softly, undisturbed and I gaze at him a little mesmorized.

Have you ever looked at someones face before? I mean, properly studied them? Have you ever realized that they have a lot more appealing features than you first thought? Even though you might see them as plain at a glance, if you actually at them...they look almost beautiful...

His skin looks so smooth, his hair so naturally stylish, his nose rounded not pointed. Everything compliments eachother. It all makes him who he is.

And that's why I can't stop myself from doing what I do next...

I slither into the kitchen and rush to fill the plastic cup with ice cold water. Carrying it back in, steadily, I giggle slyly to myself as I stop next to the arm of the sofa. I debate whether this is a good idea or not, but before I can conclude my hand tips forwards. Everything turns to slow motion. The water trickles out of the cup and falls, catching the light  as it does. Jacob's eyes snap open and before I know it he is pinning my arms to the ground, his breath tickling me as his face looms close to mine...

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