„I knew this was going to happen; I just knew it the moment I saw his picture. He`s totally your type.”
„Yes, he `s fine as hell, but that`s not even the worst part, G. He`s smart and sarcastic, and while he likes to talk trash about me being crazy, he`s not weirded out by it. He loves my food, and the sound that man makes when he`s eating it should be on pornhub, I swear. This is so so so bad, G.”
„Wow, he sounds perfect for you. Would it be so bad if you guys got together, would you get fired?”
„Well, duh, but that`s not the problem. The problem is I don`t think he sees me that way. G, I think I`m in the friend zone.”
„Oh no, that`s bad. As someone who`s a permanent resident of the friend zone, I have to tell you it sucks.”
„I know, believe me, I know. How the hell can you stand it? If I were you, I`d kill my stupid ass, brother.”
„Can`t say the thought hasn`t crossed my mind a time or ten, but hey, the heart wants what it wants. But back to you, are you sure he doesn't see you that way?”
„Yes, I am. Totally in the friend zone.”
„If you're sure, then the only advice I can give you is to try and take a step back. Try to close yourself off a little ”
„I don`t know if I can. I like how we are, he`s awesome, and I love hanging out with him.”
She`s quiet for a few moments, and I can imagine her chewing on her lip and thinking of a solution to my problem. I don`t know why I`m asking Gwen for advice on this since she`s worse than I am. I think she`ll die being in love with my stupid ass brother while he`s out banging bimbos.
„Maybe stop ogling him and condition your brain to see him as just a friend.”
„Seriously, that`s the advice you`re giving me?”
„Well, I`m sorry, but you picked the wrong person to ask for advice.”
Just as I`m about to answer, I hear a knock on my door.
„G, I have to go, he`s at the door.”
„Fine, text me later.”
I hang up and, for some stupid reason, hide my phone behind my back.
„Come in.”
He opens the door, and my ovaries weep at the sight of his sleep-tousled hair.
„Do you want to make a run to the grocery store, we`re out of bread .”
And this, my friends, is what I`m talking about. Have you ever heard a more domestic question in your life? No, me neither.
„Sure, I`ll just change and meet you downstairs in ten minutes.”
„You don`t need to change; you look beautiful. Let`s go.”
He says it like it`s no big deal, and this right here is why I`m falling for the guy. He has these random moments of sweetness that completely melt me.
Fudge my life.
Max
„You know, there are women who choose their husbands with less care than you`re choosing those avocados. You`ve been at it for ten minutes.”
„You`re giving a lot of lip for someone who loves guac as much as you do. Good guac is made with good avocados, so it`s in your best interest to let me do my magic.”
I roll my eyes, but I won't say another word because she`s right, I love her guac. Well, to be honest, I love all the food she makes, but her guac is out of this world. I asked her once why she doesn't become a chef, and she said she`s not cut out for that and that she prefers cooking for the people in her life. And yes, I`ll admit I am one of the people in her life. We`ve become, much to my surprise, friends and, for a guy who has trouble making friends, that says a lot. Granted, our friendship is due primarily to her forcing me into it, but still.
She finally finishes picking out the avocados, and I`m just putting the bag in our grocery cart when I hear a deep voice from behind me.
„I see it still takes you an hour to pick an avocado. You`re lucky you`re so cute.”
I turn to see a tall good looking guy smiling at Sophie. She looks up at him and shrieks before jumping into the guy's arms.
What.the.fuck!?
Fun fact about me, I`m not a violent guy. Even though I play a violent game for a living, I`ve always been slow to lose my temper. I may not look like it, but I`m a peaceful man.
Except for now. Now I want to punch this guy right in his stupidly good looking face and then grab Sophie and drag her home.
„Oh my God, what are you doing here, Sam?”
„What do you think? I`m shopping.”
„Please, you`re a disaster in the kitchen. If I didn`t cook for you, you`d live on take-out and microwave dinners.”
She cooks for him? I can feel my blood pressure going up, and I swear I`m going to start punching something real soon if she doesn't stop hugging the guy. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize my reaction isn`t normal, but I`m too worked up to analyze myself.
I clear my throat, and she finally remembers my existence.
„Oh, I`m sorry I haven`t introduced you guys. Max, this is Sam Grant, my brother. Sammy, this is Max Kingston, my boss.”
Her brother. Ok, I can finally breathe now, and I`m sure the relief I`m feeling is evident on my face because her brother gives me a knowing smirk.
„Nice to meet you. I`m a fan.”
He doesn't look like a fan at the moment but rather like an older brother who is mighty suspicious as to why his little sister`s boss almost tackled him because he got the wrong idea. I don`t blame the guy; I`d be suspicious too if I were him. I mean, what the hell
