Best friends brother

Do you have a crush on you best friends brother? If so you know exactly how I feel if not then you have no idea what I'm feeling.should I tell him? How would he react? Will it ruin mine and my best friends friendship? What should I do?


29. Loosen up

Isabella's pov

I paced the carpeted floors as Justin sat on the bed, legs dangling off the end. "This is such an amazing opportunity for you Isabella. You need to do this." He said looking up at me. I glanced over at him. "But I'll miss you. And we won't get to celebrate my birthday together." I said sadly. "I know but This is a once in a life time chance" He said, reaching out for my hand. "I'm not leaving you." I murmured. "Isabella, I would feel terrible if I knew you weren't going because of me." He said, sympathy in his voice. I replied "It's a British tv show. I won't know anybody."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down onto his lap. "But you'll get to know them. It'll be a Fun experience for you even if you don't think so now" he whispered against my ear. "The producer did say it would expand my popularity." I whispered, biting my lip. "Exactly. You could get discovered. Don't you want that?" He asked. I stayed silent. "And that's your answer" he said, kissing my cheek.

We stayed In this position for a few seconds. "I guess I have to call them back" I said, breaking the silence. He nodded in agreement. I got up and picked my phone off the dresser, dialling in the number. "Hello? This is Isabella" I said, putting it on speaker phone. "So would you like to come to the uk and be part of Big Brother?" (my favourite show)  Emma said, excitement in her tone.

I glanced over at Justin who rolled his hands, indicating me to answer. "I'd be honoured" I let out the breath I had been holding in. I could tell she was clapping in happiness. "Okay but your going to need to be in the uk tomorrow considering we need to record some videos of you talking about yourself" She explained. I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Okay" I said. "Also your going to need to pack enough clothes for 3 weeks. I hope you enjoy your time with us." She added.

"I can do that and thank you" I chuckled. "We have sent you a plane and it should be there at 8 o'clock. I'm sorry but I have to go now. I'll call when you get to England. Goodbye." "Bye" I said, hanging up. "I guess I better start packing" I muttered. Justin went on his knees beside the bed and pulled out a purple suitcase. I smiled at him. He picked it up and placed it on the bed, then began to unzip it. I walked next to him. Inside the case was a pare of gold supras, a white t shirt with the words "doing real stuff sucks" on it and a white zip-up hoodie.

As he was about to take them out I wrapped my hand Around his wrist, stopping him. "Can you leave the t shirt and hoodie In there? I'll need something to wear if I'm homesick and miss you" I murmured. "Of course but in that case I'll need something of yours." He replied. I nodded and began searching through drawers to find something. That's when I looked at the bracelets on my wrist. I closed each drawer shut and brought my wrist to my face.

Justin's hands found my waist as his head leant against my cheek, watching me. "what's wrong?" He asked, concern dripping from his voice. "This was the bracelet he gave me" I whispered. "Who's he?" He asked. I pushed the suitcase to the head of the bed and sat at the foot, Justin sat opposite me. 

My eyes shut as the memory poured back through my mind. "I remember everything from that day. I remember how my mother had styled my hair. I remember the damp smell. I remember exactly how everything happened and why they happened." I started, fumbling with the bracelet still around my wrist.

"As a child my life wasn't that easy. Nothing was perfect. My dad had been fired from his job and my mum worked from home so she'd be able to look after me at the same time. As I was saying, my dad had to do some things I could never dream of doing. He got into some pretty dangerous situations and couldn't find ways to get out of them. He was selling drugs but he had promised to keep us safe and had promised to protect us and fend for us." I paused. Justin held my hands and was gently running his thumb against them in a reassuring way."You don't need to tell me if you don't want to." He told me. "You'll find out one way or another. I Might as well just tell you now." I said.

"So anyways. I had just finished another day of school, note the fact that I was only 10. And me and my mom had been shopping and were walking home. It was starting to rain and we were about a block away when we heard sirens and flashing lights. Of course we began running to our house, confused on why there was ambulances and police cars. We went up to one of the policemen and that's when he told us..." I trailed off. I wiped the tears that had rolled down my cheeks with the back of my sleeve.

"He told us that my dad, He had hung himself. We never really found out why he did it. My mum had told me it was probably because everybody gives up and that it was his time. God just needed a new angel. At that age I couldn't really under stand what had happened but I think it was better that I didn't know until I had gotten older." I continued, looking up at Justin who was staring at me with his eyebrows furrowed, sadness spread across his face. "This was the bracelet he was wearing when it happened." 

My eyes wandered back to the bracelet as a sniffle came out. "I promised myself not to take it off" I paused. "But I guess every promise breaks, right?" "But what does that have to do wit-" "I want you to have it" I said, interrupting him. "I couldn't Isabella. It's not mine to take. I'll just take one of your shirts or something?" "No, your taking this bracelet" I said beginning to untie it. "Isabella..." He said tilting my chin up to look at him. 

"You don't need to give it to me. Please don't do this." He pleaded. I gently pulled the black and white leather bracelet off my wrist as his face fell In defeat. I could see the tan line that had formed on my arm. I held Justin's wrist as I wrapped it around, then tying it. He gave me a weak smile. "I promise you and I mean promise you that I'll keep this on for as long as I'm breathing" he said wrapping his arms around me, enveloping me in a hug.

I hugged him in silence. Not an awkward silence. There was never an awkward silence between us. Only a peaceful, relaxing silence. I pulled away, wiping my face once again with my sleeve. "Let's start packing" I reminded. Standing up, I began to throw in underwear, vests, T-shirts, tracksuits, shoes and I packed one dress for when I leave the house.

"Can you help me pick out a dress? I need to make an impression" I murmured, rifling through the wardrobe. 10 minutes later and I was finally settled on wearing a tight white dress that went down mid thigh. After deciding on the dress, I hung it up on the side of the door. 


"So. What are we gonna do on my last night?" I asked. "Well, maybe we could go out to this new club you know, to have fun" He said smiling. "Oh. I thought we could just stay home and watch some movies. I wanted to spend my last night with you" I confessed. "Seriously? You wanna stay at home. It's your last day. Come on Isabella loosen up" he said as I turned away from the wall to look at him. "Maybe I don't want to 'loosen up'. I just wanted to spend some time with my boyfriend." I replied.


"Well I just wanted to spend time with my girlfriend. Having fun" he retorted. I stared at him for a moment. "Then go by yourself" I said blankly, slightly raising my voice. " I'll do anything to get away from you" he muttered, swearing under his breath right after. "Pig" "whore" I opened my mouth to speak but I said nothing. There was nothing else to say. He grabbed his leather jacket, went down stairs and in a matter of minutes I heard the front door slam. I closed my eyes tight, refusing to cry. He didn't deserve my tears, nobody did.


I watched through the window as his car sped down the road until he disappeared completely. I'm not gonna spend my last night crying, waiting for him to come home. An idea popped into my head. I looked down at what I was wearing. Black Victoria secret sweat pants, a pink vest and an over sized sweatshirt. Good enough. I grabbed some converse and an umbrella. I picked my phone up off the dressing table and ran down the stairs, two at a time while unraveling the umbrella.


One I got to the front door, the cold air hit my face as I swung the umbrella above my head, safely holding onto my phone in the other hand. I didn't care that it was raining, if much prefer walking then driving. If Justin found out he'd kill me but you know what? Fuck him. It didn't take me that long to reach my destination. I walked up to his door and stood under the shelter. I put my umbrella down and knocked on the door. I hope he's home. I stood there freezing and bouncing up and down slightly from foot to foot.


Anticipation ran through me as I waited. Moments later the door swung open. "Isabella" he said, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed with a smile plastered over his face. "Jason" I said smiling back. "It's been a while" he said pulling me in for a hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he hugged my petite figure.


"Come in" he said pulling away. I nodded walking into his house. "So what brings you to Casa de Mccan?" He asked walking me over to his cream leather couch. We both sat criss cross opposite each other. "Such a nice way to welcome your best friend" I replied, a smirk twitching on my lips. "You know what I mean." He chuckled looking at me, smiling. "But seriously. It must be something big if you walked here in the rain. So, what's wrong?" He asked.


I sighed. "It's Justin" I murmured. "What did he do?" Jason said, clenching his fists slightly. "We got into a fight about what to do on my last night here. Oh right I haven't told you have I?" I said. "Haven't told me what?" He asked. "Well I'm going to be on a British TV show call 'Big Brother'" I replied. His eyes widened and his smile became bigger as he wrapped his arms around me, once again. "I'm so happy for you Isabella" he said pulling away. I sent him a weak smile.


"Where was I? Oh right. He said that he wanted to spend my last night here going to that new club to have  fun. Obviously I didn't want to do that so I told him that I wanted to stay at him and watch some movies. I wanted to spend my last night with him but he obviously didn't considering he went to the club anyway. He also had the audacity to call me a whore" I finished. "I'm sorry" he said. "I'd much prefer to spend my last night with you then him" I chuckled.

"You don't mean that" he said, blushing slightly. "I do mean it" I said going onto my knees. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning onto him slightly, causing him to fall back onto the sofa. I laughed slightly as he chuckled. I repositioned myself so that I was laying on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat.

"Let's watch some tv" he said reaching over to the glass coffee table for the remote. "What do you wanna watch?" He asked looking down at me. "Is friends on?" I requested. He scrolled through the channels before clicking on friends. I smiled. It was the first episode. "Look at Joey's hair" Jason pointed out. I burst out laughing. Jason looked down at me while I was laughing. 

I smiled back for about the hundredth time. I looked back at the tv but Jason didn't. He just stared at me in a lovingly way. "Why are you staring at me?" I asked, still smiling. "Your just so cute and your dimples." He replied kissing my forehead. "And the way your eyes light up when your happy" he said caressing my cheek. I blushed madly. "And I love how you look down every time you blush" he whispered, coming closer to my face every word he said.

Our lips brushed against each other before he gently placed his against mine. He flipped us over do he was on top of me. He grabbed the remote and switched off the tv.The kiss was slow and passionate. Slowly his hand began running up my vest as I thought 'What the fuck are you doing!?! You have a boyfriend! You need to be faithful to him no matter how much of a dick he was.' I put my hands on Jason's shoulders pushing him up slightly but gently, his lips leaving mine. 

"I can't do this" I whispered sitting upright. "I'm sorry Jason. This is all my fault." He sat up too. "No, it was my fault. I leant in" " so did I" we sat there in silence. This time it was awkward. "Should I go?" I asked. "Do you want to?" He questioned. I shook my head. "I don't want to go back there" I said, a tint of fear in my voice. "When Justin gets drunk he can get angry."

"What time's your flight?" "8 o'clock" "okay so have you packed?" I nodded. "We can wake up at 6, go to your house to pick up your luggage and even if
Justin is there, he won't be awake. Drive to the airport and then boom! You're in England" Jason said, placing my legs over his lap. "Okay then" I agreed. "So why don't we have that movie night you wanted. We can cuddle if you want?" I nodded.



Oh my god! I'm sorry it took this long to write but I had written an entire chapter and then I got a new phone but forgot to upload it. I had to rewrite it but I changed the paragraph. Oh and by the way I am British so if I say things like pounds (£) or mum you know. And celebrity big brother is my favourite show so I had to put it in. So please comment feedback if you like this chapter :)

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