Unexpected (A best friend romance)

Chapter Seven - Letting loose

Brooke

I have drunk more tonight than I usually do. I decided to hell with it; it was time for me to have some fun. I am tired of feeling sorry for myself whenever I know Evan is with another woman. I am happier than I probably should be that Cora cancelled on him last minute because it means I won’t be sitting home alone, jealous and annoyed. Instead, I get to hang out with my best friend.

“Tell me, Brooke, will you ever give me a chance? One date?” Fergus asks from next to me.

“We have been through this, no. I don’t have time to date. Plus, you are one of Evan’s friends, so if it didn’t work, things would get awkward, and I don’t want that.” I reply softly.

There is nothing wrong with Fergus. He is cute, but I couldn’t go on a date with him. It wouldn’t be fair since I have feelings for his friend. He is a sweet guy, and maybe if things were different, I would give a date a try with him, but they aren’t. I feel bad whenever I tell him no, but it is for the best.

“I thought we were friends too, no?” he pouts.

I giggle as he pouts at me, “Yes, we are, but you are closer to Evan, and I don’t want things to get weird.” I reply honestly.

He sighs, “Okay. I won’t ask again.” I could see the disappointment on his face, which made me feel guilty. I wish I could tell him the real reason, but the guy doesn’t know how to keep a secret. Evan would find out before the end of the night.

“Sorry,” I whisper.

Fergus shrugs, giving me a half smile. He stood and disappeared to get another drink. I draw in my breath, running my fingers through my hair.

“You alright, princess?” Evan asks, jumping onto the sofa next to me.

I turn to face him, “Yes. I just feel bad every time I reject him.”

“Fergus will be fine. He always is. Don’t worry about him.” He smiles, wrapping his arm around me.

I rest my head on his shoulder, snuggling into his side.

“I still don’t believe nothing has ever happened between you both,” Michael announces, staring between us.

“Why is that so hard to believe? Nothing has ever happened between us. We are best friends, nothing more. Guys and girls can be friends, you know.” Evan chuckles, shaking his head.

My heart drops with Evan’s reply. I don’t know why; I am used to it by now. It doesn’t make it easier to accept.

“Not even one kiss?” he asks.

“No. We have been through this a million times,” Evan says, rolling his eyes.

“Then how do you know it is only friendship if nothing has happened between you? Maybe a kiss needs to happen to light the fireworks between you. Relationships never work out for either of you, and that could be the reason cos you are supposed to be together.” Michael argues his case.

“What is your obsession with our relationships, bro?” I laugh.

“Because I ship you two. Bevan or Erooke.”

What the hell? Those are terrible names for us! Evan and I look at each other, busting out laughing.

“Really? Those names are terrible, buddy.” Evan replied.

“I will tell you right now, one day, I don’t when, but one day you two will end up together. I would bet everything I have on it. Watch this space.” He says every word so confidently.

Oh, how I wish it were the truth.

“No, it won’t. I don’t see Brooke in such a way. She doesn’t see me in that way either.” Evan sounds adamant.

I didn’t say anything. It is best I stay silent.

Michael chuckles, “If that is the story you are sticking to.”

Hopefully, that is the end of the conversation. I excuse myself to use the bathroom. I didn’t need it. I needed a second to gather my thoughts. I lock the door behind me, resting against it. I am supposed to be having fun, not getting lost in my head. I blame Michael for bringing up our situation. I stay in the bathroom for a couple of minutes before joining them.

I stop in at the kitchen, taking a couple of shots, hoping to get my buzz back.

“Did I see you sneaking more shots?” Evan laughs.

“Yes. Do you want one?” I ask, and he nods, “Well, you know where the kitchen is. Go get yourself one.” I add, smirking, sitting on the chair since the guys have stolen the sofa.

“Such a mean drunk.” Evan huffs.

I smile sweetly at him. He grabs the bottle and shot glasses from the kitchen, bringing them through, pouring a shot for everyone and hands them out. I will be drunk in no time if I keep knocking back shots. Oh, well, I might as well. I dread the hangover tomorrow. Evan can take care of me, though. He doesn’t usually end up with hangovers. Lucky f**k. I wish I didn’t get them because I can’t handle them.

***

I am dancing around Evan’s living room, having the time of my life. I don’t seem to care that I have four guys watching me, which isn’t like me. I am just ignoring them. I hate attention, but I am having fun dancing. I was getting bored listening to them talking about sports and girls. I needed to amuse myself. I chose music and dancing. I am drunk, but not enough where I am falling all over the place or being sick. Bonuses for me!

“Maybe you should sit down, sweetness,” Evan says.

“Nope! Why? I don’t want to talk football and girls. I am fine, right here, thank you.” I protest, sticking my tongue out at him.

“Aww, princess, are you feeling left out?” he teases.

I flip him off, “Nothing unusual when I am hanging out with you guys.”

“Sorry, baby girl. Come sit with us. We can talk about something else.” He insists.

Did he just call me baby girl? He never calls me that. It is usually princess or sweetness. Since when does he call me that? Probably because he is drunk.

Evan motions me over to him. I hesitate for a moment but stroll over to join them. He pulls me into his lap. I squeal, not expecting it, and the guys laugh at me.

“Oh hush, the lot of you,” I demand, pointing between them.

“I love drunk Brooke. You are always fun.” Seb chuckles.

I raise my brow at him, “What are you trying to say? Am I boring when I am sober?”

“Not boring. Shy and quiet.” He replies.

“Good safe,” Evan laughs.

“Why am I sitting on your lap? There is a chair over there.” I ask, prodding his nose.

“Because that’s where I want you,” he replies.

“Ha, see, I knew you! You totally want her.” Michael exclaims.

Evan slaps him. on the back of the head, “I didn’t mean it in that way, you perv.”

“Ouch. That was uncalled for, asshole.” He snickers, rubbing the back of his head.

I roll my eyes at their childish behaviour and go to move off Evan’s lap because I don’t want to start the discussion of Evan and me again.

Evan grabbed me before I could, “Um, where do you think you are going?”

“Over there.” I shrug.

“No, you will stay right here.” His voice is firm.

It sends a shudder through me. I find his firmness sexy and wish he would be firm with me in a different way. I can fantasise, right?

“Yes, sir.” I counter, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

He pats my leg, “Good girl.”

Christ, he calls me that again. I may need to change my panties. Oh my God, what is wrong with me tonight? My mind is in the gutter. I blame the drink, and for my sanity, there is no more alcohol for me.

Maybe I shouldn’t say a word and head to bed soon before I say something stupid like, Evan, I think you should take me to bed and have your way with me.

I swear, when I am drunk, I say and do things I shouldn’t. I need to get myself through the remainder of the night, and everything can be back to normal tomorrow.