"Well?" Matt demanded, as he walked over to us. "Is anybody going to explain to me exactly why my sister is on top of my best friend? The best friend she supposedly can't stand? With her hand in his pants!"

I thought Matt was going to explode, and I fought hard to suppress a giggle at the expression on Beau's face. The look in his misty grey eyes was one of horror, and I swear, he was so scared. I was going to prolong his torture, or make up some story as to what we were doing on the floor, as payback for stealing my phone, but after thinking about it, that would punish me just about as much as it would punish him. I shuddered at the thought of actually doing something with Beau Davies, of all people, and, after taking my phone out of his pocket, stood up.

"Your idiot friend stole my phone, and put it in his pocket. He was stupid enough to think that I wouldn't try to get it," I explained, nonchalantly.

"That doesn't explain why you were on top of him," Matt growled, obviously trying to work out whether or not I was lying.

"Because," Beau groaned, as he tried, unsuccessfully, to get himself up off the floor. "Your psycho bitch sister tackled me to the floor when I wouldn't give her phone back!" I snickered as I saw him wince. Serves him right.

Matt looked from me to his best friend (who was still currently on the floor, inspecting his body for any damage) and failed miserably at holding back his laughter. "Dude! You got tackled by my sister?" He was laughing so hard that he was holding onto the arm of the chair, in a desperate attempt to stay upright.

Beau glowered at him. "I fail to see what's so funny," he muttered, as he managed to get up, having decided that there were no serious injuries inflicted upon him.

My brother had now finished laughing, and was merely shaking his head at his friend. "What's so funny, Beau, is that you were actually stupid enough to try and steal my sister's phone. And think that you could get away with it. Don't you know how possessive she is about that thing?" He was, by now, making his way to the kitchen, still chuckling.

I looked at Beau, amusement dancing in my eyes. "Serves you right, jackass," I whispered under my breath as I followed my brother to the kitchen, intending to replace my now-cold coffee. I felt his heated glare at my back, and started giggling. He was just too easy.

"So," I said lightly, "What are you guys doing today that had you up so early?" I directed the question mainly towards my brother, considering his friend was still glowering at me.

"Beau wanted to check out the new amusement park, so we thought we'd get there early," Matt answered, hunting through the pantry shelves for a satisfactory breakfast.

"We would have asked you to come, Anna, but, y'know..." Beau said, smirking at me, obviously believing that I was upset at not being invited. I suppose to him, this was some sort of revenge attempt.

"Well, if you had asked me to come, I would have had to decline," I said, smiling sweetly at him. "I have plans today." I watched in satisfaction as his smirk froze on his face, and curiosity burned in his eyes.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, disbelieving. "What kind of plans?"
"Yeah Anna. I don't recall you making any plans..." My brother had emerged from the pantry, and brought with him a bag of barbecue chips, and marshmallows. I wrinkled my nose, as he proceeded to make sandwiches out of them.
"How can you eat that for breakfast?" I asked. "In fact, how can you eat that at all?"
"Don't change the subject Anna," he said, not looking up from his 'creations'. "What plans?" He stuffed his mouth with his 'breakfast'.
I sighed. "I have a date."

Matt almost choked. Beau walked around the counter and slapped him on the back. "A date?!" He finally managed to choke out.

"Yes," I said, icily. "A date. With a boy." That went without saying, being that my brother knew that I was straight, but the emphasis had the desired annoying effect.

"Don't be a smart ass," he muttered, as he returned to his breakfast.

"Who with?" asked Beau, who had been strangely quiet during the conversation.

"What?"

"Who.Is.Your.Date?" he asked slowly, enunciating every word, his eyes and tone making it very clear that he was mocking me.

"None of your business," I replied shortly.

"Does he even exist?"

"No, Beau, I'm celebrating a one month anniversary with myself," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Hah. I loved the look in his eyes when I said one month.

"Wait, what?" I now had both Matt and Beau's attention on me. Apparently breakfast wasn't enough to distract my brother from the fact that I had just announced I had been seeing someone he hadn't 'approved' for a month. I decided that now was probably the time for my grand exit. Especially since I knew, for a fact, that both my brother and his friend hated my current boyfriend. Damn. Why did I open my big mouth?

"Well, you guys should probably be leaving now, if you want to get to that amusement park and all so, I'm gonna go get some more sleep," I said, edging towards the doorway. Unfortunately Beau got there first, and, being as muscular as he is, pretty much blocked it off. He should have moved. Considering it was his fault I was in this predicament in the first place. If he hadn't been so smug, I wouldn't have been tempted to crush him, and we wouldn't be in this situation.

"Dutcherson's can wait." He practically growled it at me. Whoa, I mean, I knew he probably wouldn't like me dating at all, considering he was always on Matt's side, and I had been hiding it for a month, but he didn't even know who it was!...Yet.

"Wow, Dutcherson's, is that what it's called? You know, I hear they have a really great rollercoaster and-"

"Cut it, Anneliese." My pathetic attempt at subject change was interrupted by my brother. Wow. He must really be angry. He only called me Anneliese when he was really pissed off. This was not making it any easier. "Just tell us who it is already," he demanded, anger flickering in his normally calm blue eyes.

"dylanackerley," I muttered quickly under my breath.

"Could you repeat that?" Beau asked, glaring at me.

"Preferably louder, and slower, so we can understand you?" My brother added.

I took a deep breath. Well, here goes nothing...

I sighed. "Dylan Ackerley." My eyes were focused on the floor, and when, in the silence that followed my announcement, I finally raised my eyes to look at my brother, his face was practically red. This was so not good. Beau, also, had a strangled look on his face.

"So, um, I'm gonna go...back to my room," I said hesitantly. "You guys have fun today." I started walking towards the doorway, which had been temporarily vacated by a livid Beau. Unfortunately, I wasn't getting off that easy, as Matt grabbed my wrist and spun me to face him before I could get away.

"Dylan Ackerley?," he asked, quietly. That shocked me. I was expecting yelling. "DYLAN FUCKING ACKERLEY?!" Aaah, there it was. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?!"

Now, I don't know why, but, when somebody yells at me I automatically feel the need to yell back. And that's how, at about 8:00 on a Saturday morning, I was standing in my kitchen, having a screaming match with my brother.

"What am I thinking?! I'm thinking that I actually like Dylan, and I want to be with him!" I yelled back.

"It's DYLAN FUCKING ACKERLEY!"

"I AM AWARE OF HIS NAME, IDIOT! I'VE BEEN WITH HIM FOR A MONTH! AND FOR THE RECORD, HIS MIDDLE NAME IS COLE. NOT FUCKING!!"

"HE'S A BASTARD!"

"HE IS NOT!!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW HIM LIKE I DO!"

"YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW HIM AT ALL!"

"I KNOW ENOUGH!"

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHO I DO AND DON'T DATE!" I was shaking with anger now. I admit, I was wrong to hide it for so long, but that didn't change the fact that my brother was presently trying to tell me who I could and couldn't date.

"I'M YOUR BROTHER!"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF YOU'RE THE KING OF FUCKING SCOTLAND! IT'S STILL NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!!" Now, I know what you're thinking. But I promise, I don't usually swear this much. Only when I get really, really pissed off. Like now, for instance.

"Do you know what people say about him?" Beau had decided to join in the argument.

"First of all, I don't give a fuck what other people say. He is MY boyfriend, and this is MY choice. And secondly, who the fuck asked you?"

"DON'T TALK TO MY FRIEND LIKE THAT!" And so, we were back to yelling.

"WHAT? YOU CAN TALK SHIT ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND, BUT I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT YOURS?" I admit. That was a low blow. It just came out in the heat of the moment. Matt used to get teased by other kids, calling him gay just because he spent so much time with me and Beau. And when Beau stood up for him, it only made things worse.

"DON'T BRING THAT UP!" He yelled, angrier. If that was even possible.

"I'LL BRING UP WHATEVER THE FUCK I LIKE! IT'S A FREE FUCKING COUNTRY!" With that, I had decided I had had enough. I stormed past Beau, out of the kitchen, and up the stairs into my room, slamming my door behind me.

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