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  “exactly, he can’t control everything i do. but, i’ll leave if you tell me that you don’t    want it, not even a little bit.”

    “i can’t tell you that. i’ve wanted you for a very long time. i just don’t want to fuck up      my friendship with him.”

“well i wasn’t there so i don’t and i admit that. he’s my brother though,he can’t control everything I do can he? if i want to be or do something with you,that’s my choice not his…”

“trust me ---- i want this to work out just as much as you do. i’m just not too fond of getting the shit kicked out of me if he finds out.”

           “does it really matter that much? he doesn’t even have to know.             i’m good at keeping secrets and i’m sure you can too.”

                “there’s only so long that a secret can stay hidden, though. i don’t                  want to lose both of you.”

“and you think I don’t know that?! of course i’m aware that it could result badly for both of us…but does’t it give you some sort of rush?”

“of course it does ---- but i don’t think you realize how intense that conversation was. he didn’t just say ‘don’t get involved with my sister,’ he ranted at me for twenty minutes about it.”

i need more best friends brother plots

OR “I’M DATING YOUR SISTER BUT I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU.”

prvttylies​

8.04 AM His body is limp on the floor, one wrist on his chest and his shirt completely covered by blood. His normally pale face even paler than before, laying scaringly still on the floor in the middle of his appartment. Somewhere far in the distance his brain processes the sounds of ambulances, but it’s too far. His head is spinning and he feels like he’s beeing sucked into a deep black hole, having trouble breathing as if he was pulled under water and couldn’t reach the surface. His lips start to turn slightly purple from the lack of blood that was in his body, most of it on his shirt and on the carpet. There’s a letter on the table near his head, ‘Spencer’ written on it with his messy handwriting. He was sure, that he no longer felt the ache in his heart, as it’s beat got slower with each second. 2.32 PM The ambulance had been just on time, if they had been ten minutes too late he would’ve been dead. But now he was in a hospital room, his body hooked up to different machines that made the quiet room fill with different beeps. His face had gotten only slightly more colour. For the past few hours he had been under surgery, transferring blood back into his system. They had needed to resuscitate him atleast three times while doing so, his body not completely fighting for it’s life. The nurses had been busy looking for any family, but the two women were too busy to mind the young boy’s condition, so they looked up the only person they thought was remotly close, the boy that was written onto the envelope, Spencer. They called him to tell them that Damien was in severe conditions and was currently in coma, the machines most likely keeping him alive.

Spencer didn’t really have much planned for his day. He was spending it with his girlfriend, lying flat on the sofa with her head on his chest, all of her attention being directed towards some crappy reality tv show that she had found herself engrossed with. He wasn’t paying much attention, though. With his phone in his hands, he seemed to be a lot more preoccupied by his Facebook feed, laughing at how stupid he believed all of these people were. However as time went on and the girl switched on to episode five, Spencer sat up a little straighter as he received a call from an unknown number. He would usually ignore them, but any reason to allow him to stand up again was worth taken. He gave the girl a gentle smile before shifting her softly before sanding up and pressing his phone to his ear.

The words that were spoken to him automatically caused the boy to go into a state of panic. Spencer shoved the phone into his pocket and instantly made his way out of the house, into his car and to the hospital without saying another word about the situation. Upon arrival, he asked for Damien and was approached by a doctor with a letter in his hands with Spencer’s name on it. The doctor told him about the condition of the boy and it was the last thing that he wanted to hear. He just wanted to make sure that he was going to be okay. Though, after reading the messy note that Damien left, he was sure that his heart just shattered at the thought of him being the reason behind this. He buried his head in his hands, his eyes darting in the direction he believed Damien was in and just wished that he would have talked to him, rather than do something like this.