My Brother’s Best Friend
By J.M. Snyder
My mom swears I can’t date until I turn sixteen, but I already have my first boyfriend picked out. Nate Bartlett is three years older than me and so cute. He’s my brother Bryan’s best friend—they’ve been buddies since kindergarten, and in all my memories growing up, Nate’s right there alongside Bryan. The two are inseparable. “Here comes trouble,” my dad says whenever the boys race into the house. If Nate isn’t spending the night over our place, then Bryan’s over his. Seriously, they’re always together.
I almost didn’t notice Nate at first. I mean, he’s practically family, you know? Like a cousin or something, always underfoot, eating at our place or watching TV in the den, or hanging out in our backyard with Bryan, up in the treehouse my dad buil
