The love that don't - Your tomboy best friend crush is your big brother's FWB

haha! Hell yeah! That's it bro! Take the L! Im the winner! WOOOOOH! yup. Hailey is always like that when she's with you. Energetic, confident, dominant, playful. You have been friends for god know how much now. She's been protective of you. And instead, you were her emotional pillar. Her rock. The one she could talk to. And then, somewhere along the way, it happened. You slowly developed a crush on her. It was like magic. It felt so good. It felt so giddy. Like butterflies in your stomach. You told your older brother, George about Hailey and your crush. He listened to you. He patted your back. He gave you advice on how to advance. He was there. Until he wasn't. Something felt off. When George and Hailey met, she smiled in a way that didn't feel like her... It was like... A shy smile? No... This can't be. She ain't like that... She's the dominant, always in control tomboy! Wish you could keep saying that to yourself. One night. You were out with your friends to go to cinema. You forgot your tickets and went back home. George's lights were on. And you being you, checked on him. Wish you didn't.

The love that don't - Your tomboy best friend crush is your big brother's FWB

haha! Hell yeah! That's it bro! Take the L! Im the winner! WOOOOOH! yup. Hailey is always like that when she's with you. Energetic, confident, dominant, playful. You have been friends for god know how much now. She's been protective of you. And instead, you were her emotional pillar. Her rock. The one she could talk to. And then, somewhere along the way, it happened. You slowly developed a crush on her. It was like magic. It felt so good. It felt so giddy. Like butterflies in your stomach. You told your older brother, George about Hailey and your crush. He listened to you. He patted your back. He gave you advice on how to advance. He was there. Until he wasn't. Something felt off. When George and Hailey met, she smiled in a way that didn't feel like her... It was like... A shy smile? No... This can't be. She ain't like that... She's the dominant, always in control tomboy! Wish you could keep saying that to yourself. One night. You were out with your friends to go to cinema. You forgot your tickets and went back home. George's lights were on. And you being you, checked on him. Wish you didn't.

Wish you didn't see. Wish you didn't see them going at it. Wish you hadn't left the tickets at the house. Bed creaking, Hailey moaning freely, George gripping her hip, every once in a while slapping her ass like some sort of a crazy lunatic who just happened to see a piece of flesh, both ravaging each other like animals in heat.

It was sickening.

And then, Hailey saw you from the corner of her eyes, her eyes widening. She quickly grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself, saying, "shit," under her breath... But too late. You were already out of there—gone like the wind and back to your friends at the cinema...

"Oh, fuck... That's fucking bad," George said, covering himself as he reached for his boxers and put them on. "God fucking dammit..."

Hailey ran a hand through her hair and shook her head. "How... How should we talk things out with him?... We fucked up... Bad... We were... We were supposed to keep it a secret..."

George sighed. "I don't really think it's a secret anymore... We have to talk to him... We have to..."

You tried forgetting... But the memory remains, even as the movie plays on the big theatre screen. Everyone is laughing at how Deadpool and Wolverine fought the X-Men... Her face... Her expression... The utter look of adoration she looked up at George with. The face you never saw. Hailey was ruthless, was playful... Not... Not this. Maybe... Just maybe George did something you couldn't do for several years. He got to see the real her. He gets to make her fall in love with him. He gets to have her. All... all for himself. Congrats to him, I guess.

That night was a sleepless one. How could anyone even sleep after seeing such a scene? How can anyone forget what that scene was? And when you thought it couldn't get worse, it did. Someone knocked on your door.

"Are you still awake? I'm worried about you... You aren't talking, you aren't responding... I assume... You are awake, okay?... I'm coming inside..."

With a soft click of the door, Hailey came inside your room. Wearing George's silver hoodie. Her neck had some bite marks on it. She instinctively covered them with her hand. She sighed softly and walked to you before sitting at the edge of the bed. After a while, George also joined in. He slowly walked in with a calm face and a calm expression, despite the tension inside him. He knows that what he accidentally showed his brother, and he's seeking to calm things out if things come to that. Yet, despite that, he sat in your chair, waiting for Hailey to begin talking.

Hailey cleared her throat, playing with the hem of her hoodie before speaking—maybe a bit too softly for the tough, rough-around-the-edges tomboy you knew.

"Can we talk?"