My Best Friend's Brother

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Kurt has always flirted with his little sister's best friend, Sam. Sam had never taken him seriously until their playful flirty relationship turned into a boyfriend/girlfriend one and Sam's dad has shown he doesn't approve of Kurt.
Samantha has always wanted to be the best at one thing. Ice Hockey. It made her feel important and special. She always felt like she could do anything on the ice. But, just maybe Hockey isn't the only thing that could make her feel that way...

Submitted: February 21, 2010

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Submitted: February 21, 2010

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*This is a short story I'm writing for a contest. PLEASE give me feedback and tell me if I should change anything! Please? I hope you like it!!!!! :D*

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Some nights, like this particular one, I perch myself on my bed, gazing out my window at the dark blue midnight skies. Patched into the skies are the twinkling stars, burning with a strong passionate desire to be as noticed as every other star. All of them competing to appear brighter and stronger than the others; they all put on a show as if they are as strong as the brightest stars, though in the end it tires them out so very much that they live a shorter life than the others… The little star that wanted to look as big and strong as the others, the ones who were truly strong and admired. The little star that always had to fight for their position in the Earth’s eyes and the other stars. The little star that tried too hard and ended up burning out her light too early due to her vicious attempts to be recognized, to be noticed. That poor little star, the one who didn’t want nor need the sympathy… The story of my life.

I always attempt to appear so strong, though I’m brittle, so big, though I am the size of a young girl half of my current age. I’ve always been noticed for fighting for what I want most in life, something I have always wanted to do ever since I learned how. But, now I tried too hard and burned out my light. I’ve lost the most important thing to me, the thing that made me feel special. I cannot achieve my goals with it anymore and it burns a deep, scorching hot hole in my heart not being able to do the one thing that brought joy to my soul, the one thing that made me feel special and important. This very thing was playing ice hockey. One of the worst things is that I had ended my career in hockey before I was recognized by the world as a player. It hurts to know no one will ever know how much I loved it, all the pain I went through because I lost it. My body is too brittle and breakable now… I’m only sixteen. It’s not fair, not fair at all. I won’t be able to go back and fix it, or play ever again according to my doctor, Dr. Murdoch.

Clack! Clack! I rushed to my window, shaking off my morbid thoughts of life. I pulled the curtains back, slid up the window and peered out into the foggy, dampness of late night, early morning… Strike that, very early morning. I saw a shadowy figure a little further away from my window in the darkness. My breath caught in my throat when I saw it. The figure came closer to the window until it was within reaching distance. I knew he was twenty years old with sandy brown hair that fell to his shoulders, curling under his chin. His fiery swirling green eyes staring intensely into my plain aqua ones as he reached over the window sill to take my hand in his. I pressed my lips together to hold back a foolish grin.

“Samantha,” he whispered his voice, deep and soft, sweet, so sweet and soft it made my insides melt and swirl. The sound of his voice, whispering in the night, broke my isolation of emotions and I let the smile form freely across my face as I watched him swing himself over the sill and land lightly on his feet in front of me. It took every muscle and strength in my being not to throw my arms around him and attack him with kisses. To prevent myself from performing said action, I looked away from him as I slid the window closed, locking the notch on it to keep intruders from invading my first floor bed room. He then swept my body into his arms and held me tight and effortlessly against his own. “You’re getting lighter, Babe,” he said, eyes filled with fear as they bore deep into mine. I disregarded the comment with a shake of my head.

“You know, I’m not paralyzed. I can walk,” I said, trying to control the excitement in my voice of him sneaking into my room in the middle of the night. He almost smiled. Almost.

“Yeah, but it’s more fun to carry you,” he said, gently placing me on the bed. He seated himself beside me and replaced his hand back in mine.

“This sucks.” He sighed, squeezing my hand a little tighter than before. He knew what I meant; he knew I didn’t mean it sucked sitting in my room alone with him—I meant my inability to play hockey.

“I know, but as long as you get your rest…”

“No,” I interrupted, “It’s not going to help. I know it won’t. All I do is sleep. I get, like, twelve hours of sleep and I’m still not getting stronger…” I swallowed back the tears.

He pulled his hand from mine and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, not too tight though. He was being careful not to break my brittle bones. “You will get stronger,” he said, sounding as if he meant it… Truly meant it. I shook my head and pulled away from him.

“Well, that’s the future. Let’s worry about right now. Okay?” I was bumming out the mood. We’ve been sneaking around with each other for the past month and we still haven’t kissed—plus I’ve known him for about two years before since he was my best friend’s older brother. Yeah, I know, awkward much for his poor sister, Meaghan. He grinned.

“Alright. What would the worrying about right now be, Baby?”

“Um…” A deep, boiling hot blush painted my face at saying: The worrying about the right now is the fact that we haven’t kissed yet.

He snickered at my expression and cupped my chin with his hand. He leaned towards me, cutting the space between the two of us in half. He was going to do it…? He was going to kiss me? Wait, he was going to kiss me! Oh, my God… What do I do? I panicked. How… How do I kiss him? I don’t know what to do! How do you kiss? He sensed my uneasiness of thoughts and pulled away from me slightly. He stared me straight in the eyes as he said, “Uh, you okay with me…?” I nodded vigorously, cutting him off mid-sentence. He leaned in again, hesitating right when our lips were so close that they could touch with the slightest movement, checking my reaction. I put on a show of not being nervous when I was completely and utterly terrified and luckily the facial expression must have worked because he brushed his lips against mine and began kissing me harder and deeper. I felt like I was as light as a feather, though I probably was anyway in the literal sense. I felt big swarms of heat and joy and cold all enter my lips and mix with each other inside my body. He pulled away and reluctantly pushed himself off the bed and on his feet.

“I have to go. You need sleep.” I popped off the bed, a little too quickly, which earned me a stumble or two as I walked over to him. He gently placed his hands on my shoulders and steadied me. His hands lingered there as he glided his lips over my cheek.

“No,” I said, voice thick yet somewhat high-pitched and quiet.

“I don’t want to go but I have work soon… I can’t be late anymore or I’ll get fired.” I sighed in frustrated defeat. I sat down on my bed, folding my arms over each other and pouting. Yeah, I was being selfish. He did have work, but I missed him. I never saw him anymore except at night when he snuck in or when Dad actually let me go to Meg’s house or go to the bookstore (where he worked) and usually when I went to the store, Dad came with me, so I couldn’t talk to him. He came over to me, placing his warm, comforting hand on my cheek.

“I’m sorry.” My eyes shot up to look at him.

“Sorry for what? It’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is, Sam. I should have just left you alone—you’re my little sister’s best friend…”

“So?” He half-sighed, half-laughed.

“So, I shouldn’t have been… Flirting with you when you came over to see Meg like I was,” he replied, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. I sighed and let my back fall onto the mattress. And within two seconds he was leaning over me, green eyes piercing through mine. He pressed his lips to mine and began kissing me slowly, enjoying the moment, while I began kissing him fiercer. I felt like I never saw him enough and I just needed to kiss him. He pulled back, pressing a finger to my lips to hold me back. “Slow,” he warned, “I don’t need you fainting from exhaustion on me.” He pressed his lips back to mine and we kissed… Slowly, like he said. His hands roamed my body, sending wonderful shivers through my nerves. After what seemed like hours of kissing, my lips tingling and partially sore, he pulled away, breathing heavily as was I. He grinned and said, “I love you, Sam.”

“I lo…” He cut me off by pressing a finger to my lips.

“Don’t say it back. You’re only sixteen—you’re too young to be in love, Samantha,” he whispered to me.

“But you can say it?”

“I’m twenty. Clearly I am…”

“Old?” I supplied. He chuckled softly.

“I suppose,” he replied, smiling, “But I’m four years older than you and I’ve been in relationships—I know what love is. You haven’t. I’m an adult and you’re… Well, you’re not a child, you’re a teenager. I don’t want you saying things you don’t mean.”

“But, what if I do mean it?” I questioned.

“You don’t know that yet.” I groaned and flopped over on my stomach, not wanting to face him. He moved my body so that he could lay beside me, longwise on my small, twin-sized bed. I buried my face in the pillow and he pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Sam,” he whispered. I didn’t respond. “Samantha.” Nope, not going to answer. He paused for a few moments and I thought he had given up trying to get my attention. “Sammie,” he called, quietly, lips right at my ear. He only called me by the nickname I had when I was little when he was worried or being serious. I took in a sharp breath out of surprise, turning my head up to look at him. His eyes, oh those lavishing green eyes, were staring at me, swirling with mixed emotions of tonight’s events.

“Kurt,” I whispered, softening up to him. He briefly pressed his lips to mine, stood, and walked back to the window. “You’re leaving now?”

“Yes. Lock the window behind me,” he said. I slid off the bed and went over to him as he was sliding the glass up. A gust of cold wind blew through the room and I wrapped my arms around him from the back, burying my face in his worn-out jean jacket, wiping the tear of sadness that had escaped my eye off on it. “I’ll see you later.” He turned around, pressed a kiss to my cheek and slipped out the window, into the darkness of very early morning. I watched him walk out of sight before sliding the window closed and morbidly thinking myself to sleep.

The next day, Friday morning, I hopped into Meg’s car—she was older than I was and had her license, so she drove me every morning since we lived within walking distance of each other—and she drove off to our school.

“So… You and my big brother, huh?” she asked, cutting off the lingering silence of the car and creating the vibe of an awkward conversation between best friends. My breath caught in my throat out of surprise.

“You know?” I gasped. She turned to me and gave a cute, cartoonish smile.

“Yeah. He just told me when I caught him sneaking back into the house at like one in the morning… So, how long has it been?” She was acting completely calm about her older brother dating me and it was… Odd.

“Um, about a month…” She nodded.

“Ah…”

“You’re not mad or anything?” She shook her head.

“No. You’re my best friend and I trust that if you really like him enough to be with him even though he’s my brother. I trust you, Sam,” she said, grinning.

“Thanks, that trust really means a lot,” I said, relief dripping from my words. She nodded, understanding and continued to drive towards the school.

Later on, I exited my History class alone and began to walk slowly towards the cafeteria. I was reluctant to walk all the way across the school to eat and then come all the way back again. Everyone had already run off towards the cafeteria, leaving me deserted in the halls. I sighed and continued to trudge on, head down counting the marble squares that made up the hall floor. When I got up to around forty-three, two big, muscular arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me against a solid body. I gasped in surprise.

“Sorry, Sam! Are you okay?” a deep, warm voice panicked. I turned around, the two arms still wrapped around my waist, to find Kurt standing before me.

“Kurt!” I squealed in delight, throwing my arms around his neck and pecking him on the cheek. He laughed.

“Wow, you’re happy,” he said, a smile glowing in his voice.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I loosened the embrace so I could look at him. His green eyes were nearly twinkling with happiness as he grinned at me.

“I missed you so much… Even though I only saw you last night.”

“I know… Wait, shouldn’t you be working?” I questioned. He shook his head.

“I got the rest of the day off—my boss told me I could go home since the store was really slow today.” He gave a light kiss to my lips and pulled me closer to him… So very close. He kissed me again, this time deeper and more passionate, sparking emotions inside my heart and soul, causing shivers to crawl down my spine. He continued to kiss me until the worst person to see us appeared.

“Samantha!” a deep, rusty voice boomed to the side of me. I pulled away from Kurt in one abrupt movement; I knew that voice. Kurt took my hand in his and stood, emotionless facing the one man who could ruin our relationship. He was standing there, gray hair, hazel eyes, and tan, Italian skin. He stood, expression disapproved and anger written across his face.

“Dad!” I gasped. He was glaring into Kurt’s eyes… His lovely green eyes… They looked so… So tormented and terrified.

“Kurt Ivanov, I thought I had already warned you to steer clear of my daughter!” he boomed.

“You did, Sir,” Kurt replied, quiet and polite.

“So you directly disobey me?”

“Dad, leave him alone,” I cut in sharply.

“Stay out of it, Samantha, this isn’t for you to interfere,” Dad said coldly.

“Um, actually it is. This has to do with me, so I can interfere.” Kurt squeezed my hand as a warning to leave it alone, but I wasn’t listening. Dad wasn’t going to ruin this. I loved Kurt, even though he wouldn’t let me say it out loud while he was within earshot. I did love him.

“And what the hell are you doing here?”

“Don’t swear at me, young lady.”

“What are you doing here?” I repeated.

“I was removing you from the school roster. You’re going to get an online tutor and complete high school there. School is too stressful with drama and mean girls and boys,” he spat, glaring at Kurt.

What?” I yelled, “You can’t do that! School is the only place that I don’t feel like a piece of crap because I’m so weak!” My voice felt strained from that short amount of yelling, but I didn’t care; I was so mad. He ignored me.

“Kurt, you need to stop trying to use my daughter for mere pleasure and …”

“Dad!” I gasped, “Stop it!” Kurt gave my hand a squeeze.

“I understand that you don’t like me but…” Kurt began.

“But nothing! You leave her alone!” Dad roared.

“Dad, stop. It’s none of your business. It’s my life not yours. I can make my own decisions.” Dad glared at me. Really glared at me. He glared like he was about to kill me. It scared me; my dad and I had always been so close. What was happening?

“Do you even know what this idiot has done?” Dad asked me.

“He’s not an idiot,” I protested.

“He’s gotten arrested, Sam! Arrested!” I knew that. I didn’t care. Kurt was everything to me no matter what mistakes he made in life.

“Yeah. So?”

“Arrested for robbery… Not with an armed weapon, even though he had one.” Dad said, angrily.

“Whatever.”

“He’s a worthless punk!”

“No he’s not!” I yelled, voice breaking and tears clouding my vision, but none spilling over my eyelids. My knees felt weak… Or at least weaker than usual. They began to wobble, but I held strong and remained standing. If I fainted from the fighting going on before me, my Dad might take me home and I may lose this moment with Kurt. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to ease my temper so I wouldn’t end up losing it on him.

“Sammie, are you okay?” Kurt asked me, worriedly, noticing my closed eyes and shaky breathing. I nodded, slowly.

“Samantha, come with me,” Dad said, taking the hand Kurt wasn’t holding and ripping the other from Kurt’s as he tugged me down the hall.

“Let go,” I said, monotone, trying to remain calm as I stared back at Kurt’s defeated face. Dad didn’t listen nor care. “Let go!” I jerked from his grip and stumbled back over to Kurt. I fell into his strong, protective arms and he held me up on my feet.

“Babe, you alright?” he whispered. I shook my head. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Make him go away.”

“He already stomped away all pissed off,” Kurt replied. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in a tighter embrace. “Hey, hey, come on let’s get you to the cafeteria—you need food, you just almost fainted.” I nodded into his black, Nevertheless sweatshirt and I felt my feet leave the ground and I realized Kurt had lifted me into his arms… Again.

“Man, you need to stop doing that.” He laughed.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you swaying before he dragged you off, too. You aren’t walking, Babe.” I groaned, but didn’t protest further. All that mattered was that I was with Kurt.

“So, my dad hates you,” I said, casually. He almost laughed.

“Yeah, always has, always will.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.”

“My dad, my fault,” I sighed. He snickered.

“Well,” he replied, letting me down to my feet, “We’re right around the corner from the cafeteria.” I frowned.

“I don’t… I don’t want to leave you,” I said, sadly.

“Baby, I don’t want to leave but you need to go eat.”

“Come with me, then,” I suggested. He chuckled.

“Okay, do you know how many of your teachers hate me? They do have lunch duty. I did cause some fights during lunch back in high school.” I groaned.

“Why couldn’t you be quiet in school?” He laughed.

“Well, if I was quiet, we probably wouldn’t be together right now, so you should be grateful I’m loud and obnoxious.” I laughed.

“Okay, I’m grateful, I’m grateful.” He sighed and I saw the emotions mingle and change in his eyes. He was utterly serious now.

“I love you so much, Sam,” he said. I sighed, looking down at my feet, nervously twining and untwining my fingers. “What?” he asked, confused.

“Well, I can’t say anything back because if I did, it apparently would be a lie to you, so I won’t say anything.” He groaned.

“Come on. I just don’t want you to… Grow up too fast, Sam.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, tightly, pulling my frail body against his strong, muscular one.

“Why are you allowed to say it me though? That’s unfair.”

“We went through this so many times, Samantha.”

“I fail to see your point.” He sighed, bending over to give me a long, deep, passion-filled kiss. He broke it off, leaving his face close, so very close, to mine.

“You should go, Sam,” he whispered, voice low, deep, and protective; irresistible. He released me from the close embrace, allowing me to freely walk away to the cafeteria, which was the exact opposite of what I intended to do.

“Wait,” I said, when he was about to turn away from me. He stopped, mid-turn, and looked at me, waiting for what I wanted to say. “You’re going to be pissed at me, but I do love you.” Everything froze. Kurt’s face went hard and expressionless.

“Why don’t you listen to me?” he asked, continuing to lack emotion.

“Because you don’t want me to lie and not saying it would be a lie, Kurt.” He closed his eyes, frustrated, while clenching his fists.

“You don’t know that,” he said, voice tight.

“Yes, I do.” He shook his head.

“What the hell am I going to do with you, Sam?” His voice loosened partially, but it was still tight for the most part.

“Um, let me know that you still love me even though I totally just did the opposite of what you said to do…?” He sighed.

“I do still love you, Sam; my love won’t go away just because you didn’t do what I… Suggested.”

“Suggested? More like commanded,” I joked. His hard expression softened and he cupped my face in his hands.

“I won’t ever, ever stop loving you or caring about you, Baby,” and with that he kissed me one last time before promising to visit me soon and leaving me to continue my school day.

I loved him so much and I wished I could be with him all the time, all day, all night. 24/7. I wished my dad would approve of him, but obviously that would never change. I didn’t care, though. I loved Kurt and if Dad didn’t accept it, fine. Kurt made me feel special in the way hockey had and that was what I had wanted; what I needed. Kurt was my hockey. He made me feel special in the same way it had. I was going to live with Kurt when I got out of school and I’d go to college while living in an apartment near campus with Kurt and I’d get a good job and maybe I could get Kurt to get a college degree in something so we could be living comfortably money-wise. Dad probably wouldn’t visit because he hated Kurt that much. He wouldn’t come to our wedding. He wouldn’t see our house or how good we were doing. Dad would remove himself from my life because I loved Kurt. The sad part was that I was fine with it. I was fine with Dad not being there. He didn’t have to be; I had Kurt and that was all the mattered—he was my life and it would remain that way even after I died.


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