Best Friend’s Brother: Best Friend's Brother Romance Read Online Free
Author: Rémi LeBeau
face and dimples that Zooey hoped would stay forever. She already missed him being a baby when she would sing Nat King Cole to him while he struggled to find the peace to fall asleep. He loved her singing the most when he was teething.
Now that her mother was married, Zooey looked the least like anyone in her family. Her mother was half black and half white, and her stepfather was black. Zooey’s biological father was Irish American. Zooey looked like a doll. Her hair was so ginger that it was a bright almost red, not a variant of a dull orange. She had long messy curls she let flow free, but didn’t usually let grow past her shoulders.
Her eyes were a dark grey like her father. The freckles and physique she certainly got from her mother. Kady also usually kept her hair short and sleek like Josephine Baker, but at the start of the year, she made the decision to start fresh. She cut off all her hair, and there were now little curls starting to form.
A car pulled up to the front of the house and broke Zooey out of her daydream. She had been daydreaming a lot lately.
“Inside ZyZy,” Zooey kissed her brother’s forehead and opened the front door. He ran clumsily into his mother’s arms.
“Is that Laur?”
“Yeah. We’ll see you guys there,” Zooey told her. Kady went to the door and waved to Lauryn with Isaiah in her arms. He waved frantically at the car too, even though he didn’t even remember who Lauryn was.
The window of the car wound down.
“Is that fat face?! I’ll see you later, fat face!” Lauryn called out and honked the horn of her car. Zooey laughed and got into the passenger side. She was a bit relieved that Jakob wasn’t in the car. She assumed he would have gone with his sister, but Lauryn was alone in the car.
“Where is everybody?”
“Ryan and Jake went up already in Jake’s car,” Lauryn looked really nice. Most of her hair was in a ponytail except for the long strands that went down to her shoulders. She was wearing a white cotton dress with a black belt. Zooey felt a little under dressed with her black top and tight dark jeans. “You look so pretty Zoe! I love your headband.”
Zooey smiled at Lauryn. Lauryn always had something nice to say to or about Zooey. She buckled her safety belt, and the two of them made their way over to Carla Mennez’ pre-4th-of-July barbecue.
Chapter Three
“Well look at little Zooey Dempsey,” Carla hadn’t changed much since high school. No matter what expression she wore, there was always the hint of ‘bitch’ on her face. It made it almost impossible to tell if she was ever being sincere. “You look beautiful, hun.”
Carla took Zooey by both her hands and gave her a kiss on each cheek. Zooey smiled, but caught Lauryn’s expression from the corner of her eye. She tried not to laugh. Carla was being sincere. Maybe. Who knows?
“Thank you. You too!”
“Please make yourselves comfy. There’s a buffet over there, and some music. Just try to stay clear of the barn,” Carla smiled. Zooey and Lauryn thanked her and made their way to other guests.
Carla lived on a large property by a manmade lake. It looked like a former great house even though the house was built somewhere between 1900 and 1930. It was all white with white louvres in the windows. All the lights were on, and there were lights in the grass along the property. To the south was a small barn with just a few horses.
The reason why Carla and her family had a barbecue every year was because they were from Texas, and they made sure they were in their home state for the actual 4th of July. The Mennezes were a friendly family, and they invited most of the town to their event every year.
“I see Ryan,” Lauryn had linked arms with Zooey, and they were walking around arm in arm saying hello to old high school
Now that her mother was married, Zooey looked the least like anyone in her family. Her mother was half black and half white, and her stepfather was black. Zooey’s biological father was Irish American. Zooey looked like a doll. Her hair was so ginger that it was a bright almost red, not a variant of a dull orange. She had long messy curls she let flow free, but didn’t usually let grow past her shoulders.
Her eyes were a dark grey like her father. The freckles and physique she certainly got from her mother. Kady also usually kept her hair short and sleek like Josephine Baker, but at the start of the year, she made the decision to start fresh. She cut off all her hair, and there were now little curls starting to form.
A car pulled up to the front of the house and broke Zooey out of her daydream. She had been daydreaming a lot lately.
“Inside ZyZy,” Zooey kissed her brother’s forehead and opened the front door. He ran clumsily into his mother’s arms.
“Is that Laur?”
“Yeah. We’ll see you guys there,” Zooey told her. Kady went to the door and waved to Lauryn with Isaiah in her arms. He waved frantically at the car too, even though he didn’t even remember who Lauryn was.
The window of the car wound down.
“Is that fat face?! I’ll see you later, fat face!” Lauryn called out and honked the horn of her car. Zooey laughed and got into the passenger side. She was a bit relieved that Jakob wasn’t in the car. She assumed he would have gone with his sister, but Lauryn was alone in the car.
“Where is everybody?”
“Ryan and Jake went up already in Jake’s car,” Lauryn looked really nice. Most of her hair was in a ponytail except for the long strands that went down to her shoulders. She was wearing a white cotton dress with a black belt. Zooey felt a little under dressed with her black top and tight dark jeans. “You look so pretty Zoe! I love your headband.”
Zooey smiled at Lauryn. Lauryn always had something nice to say to or about Zooey. She buckled her safety belt, and the two of them made their way over to Carla Mennez’ pre-4th-of-July barbecue.
Chapter Three
“Well look at little Zooey Dempsey,” Carla hadn’t changed much since high school. No matter what expression she wore, there was always the hint of ‘bitch’ on her face. It made it almost impossible to tell if she was ever being sincere. “You look beautiful, hun.”
Carla took Zooey by both her hands and gave her a kiss on each cheek. Zooey smiled, but caught Lauryn’s expression from the corner of her eye. She tried not to laugh. Carla was being sincere. Maybe. Who knows?
“Thank you. You too!”
“Please make yourselves comfy. There’s a buffet over there, and some music. Just try to stay clear of the barn,” Carla smiled. Zooey and Lauryn thanked her and made their way to other guests.
Carla lived on a large property by a manmade lake. It looked like a former great house even though the house was built somewhere between 1900 and 1930. It was all white with white louvres in the windows. All the lights were on, and there were lights in the grass along the property. To the south was a small barn with just a few horses.
The reason why Carla and her family had a barbecue every year was because they were from Texas, and they made sure they were in their home state for the actual 4th of July. The Mennezes were a friendly family, and they invited most of the town to their event every year.
“I see Ryan,” Lauryn had linked arms with Zooey, and they were walking around arm in arm saying hello to old high school
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