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Nick and Zac: Your Typical "Big Brother's Best Friend And Little Sister" Story

Novel By: Cherie Arlavine
Young adult

Three years ago she was a fourteen-year-old tomboy. And he was an eighteen-year-old senior who looked at her like a little sister. And she always thought of him as a buddy or big brother.
But then he had to go to college, in Europe. And three slow years passed by, and now he's back. Nicholas comes back expecting to see his best friend and the little tomboy he left.
Zac was looking forward to seeing her old buddy. The one she used to wrestle and play football with. But Nicholas returns, and things are just not the same.
Nicholas is twenty-one, and he's built, tan, and cultured.
Zac is seventeen and she's curvy and sexy. Not flat chested and sporty.
And neither of them seem to like the changes.
Zac and Nicholas end up fighting rather then sharing old memories. Just because neither of them are so good at accepting change.
Josh, Zac's older brother, is trying to figure what the hell is wrong. He and Nick went right back to old times.
But Reece, Josh's other friend, has a theory about why Zac and Nick are either really polite or fighting.
And Josh doesn't like his theory at all.
(Dedicated to all of my fans and readers.) View table of contents...


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Submitted:Dec 29, 2011    Reads: 479    Comments: 23    Likes: 5   

After Nick stripped the bed and threw the sheets into the washer downstairs, he walked into the kitchen to start lunch. Josh was sitting in there, and had an upset look on his face. "At least she's not getting married." Nick pointed out.

"Fuck you, Nick. I get to be mad about this until she comes down here and I have to pretend to be okay with it." Josh replied, and went back to moping.

Nick just smiled as he pulled out things for sandwiches.

"And another thing. Do you have any idea how much money I lost to Reece in the past two days? I just had to pay him fifty more bucks. I'm going broke."

"It's your fault you keep making those stupid bets with him. You hardly ever win."

"I know." Josh muttered. "Still mad."

Nick rolled his eyes and went back to the food. He thought about Zac upstairs, and kept praying. Someone was trying to kill her, and she was trying to protect everyone else. Typical Zac. Only selfless when she shouldn't be.

He had to keep this up, being an asshole, and it was a little easier than he thought it would be. He was pissed as hell, he didn't respect Zac since she'd broken his heart and lost his trust. But he loved her so much and it hurt to treat her that badly but if he could maybe get her a little scared so she'd listen to him… It was all the more safe for her when he went after Match.

If he could get her to stay when he told her to then she wouldn't get hurt again.

But if he was being honest with himself, after all these years of asking and asking her to do this and do that for her safety or because it was better for her; and after all those times she did what she wanted instead… he'd lost his patience. She'd drawn the last fucking straw and he didn't have the strength to ask anymore.

Turns out when she was told to do something she did it. But she wouldn't for long, that was already obvious. She had too much stubbornness in her to keep it up so he had to play bad guy and scare her a little.

He liked it and hated it at the same time. He was getting revenge, and it was wrong, but God help him he was so mad at her.

I came into the kitchen a few moments later. I wasn't dressed into the clothes I'd picked out, but in a long towel-like robe, my hair wet and resting on my shoulders. I'd been too lazy to get dressed and had been struggling to stay awake in the shower. Nicholas set a sandwich in front of me. I looked at it, acknowledged that I was starving, but I could barely hold my eyes open.

I leaned my hand against my cheek, rested my elbow on the table. I lifted the sandwich to my mouth then closed my eyes as I bit into it and chewed. Nicholas patted my ribs. "Sit up and eat." He told me.

I forced my eyes open to glare at him. "Shut up, Nicholas." I muttered. "You can't shove the food down my throat without killing me. So unless you want to be a full blown Match then leave me alone." I never was a friendly or coherent person when I was tired.

Nick snatched the plate then walked over to the garbage and dumped it and threw the plate into the sink.

Josh, who had been silently brooding and pretending to read a newspaper quickly looked up. "What the hell man?" he asked. "Since when are you this much of an asshole?"

"Stay out of it." Nicholas snapped at him.

"Look, I'm staying out of the sex and relationship part but if you're going to act like

"Josh, you didn't do anything about Match and you know you're not going to do anything about Nicholas. Let it go." I murmured, stifling a yawn.

Josh slammed his paper down on the table then stood up and walked out of the kitchen. I sighed. "What is with the tempers lately?"

I was surprised when Josh came back into the kitchen a moment later, with a gun in his hand, and cocked it. I was awake now. "Josh, where the fuck did you get a gun? What are you doing?" I gasped, standing up.

"I'm going to do something about Match." He replied. "Nick you coming?"

"Josh," he muttered, slowly moving toward me. When he was close enough he pulled me behind him. "Put it away, Match is nowhere to be found right now. You go around with a gun and you'll get arrested and then who's going to take care of Zac?"

"I am tired of sitting around here and pretending to be fucking okay that my sister was cut open and nearly fucking died because of this guy. I keep pretending and I'm so damn sick of it!"

Nicholas slowly moved towards him. "Josh-"

"I'm not going to fucking shoot you Nick!" Josh snapped, waving the gun as he gestured. And then it fired. I froze, not realizing what the heat in my stomach was exactly, it was a cold heat, and then it turned to pain. I dropped to my knees and looked down at my leaking stomach. This was just not my year.

Nicholas was quickly next to me. "Oh my God. Zac! Josh call the police!"

But Josh was frozen in shock. He'd accidentally shot me, of course he was in shock.

"Josh!" Nick yelled. "Now!"

"Nicholas, it's okay." I breathed. "Just help me sit down and then you can go get the phone."

He helped me sit, and then dashed into the living room. I blacked out before he came back.


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