I Love My Brother's Best Friend,He Hates Me...Aren't I Lucky

Me and Anne sat in my room playing MASH.

One of our favorite games.

It was Anne's turn to do mine. She wrote M.A.S.H at the top of the page. Then, wrote Husband, (Number of) Kids, Car, and Place (To live).

"Okay. Two guys you would love to marry, and two guys you would hate to marry." Before she even finished the question, she wrote Zander right below Husband for the first guy I would love to marry.

"No! I do not want to marry Zander." I yelled. Loudly, I might add.

"Shhh!" She said, laughing.

"Zander's here, you know?"

Ooh crap

"He didn't hear me. He couldn't have, I wasn't that loud." I said, trying to be on the positive side.

"Okay, who next?"Anne asked, returning to the subject. And,leaving Zander as my first choice.

"Umm...I don't know." I said.

"Okay. We'll come back to that. Uh..Number of kids you want?" She asked.

"1."

"And?"

I didn't want anymore than one, but...

"2."

"And, how many would you not want to have?"

"10. And...137."

"Alright. Cars you want and don't?"

"Hot pink Porsche. And, hot pink Bug with black polka dots, and daisy wheels."

"Well, aren't we specific today?"

"And, I don't want a van or school bus."

"Okay. Place to live?"

"Forks, Washington."

No reason...

"And, Australia. And, I don't wanna live in Antarctica, or the desert."

"Now, back to the guys. You would want to marry?"

"Umm...A monkey."

That would rock being married to a monkey.

"It's gotta have a name."

"Alright. Uh..Bob. Bob the Monkey."

"Okay. Two you wouldn't?"

"Um...Simon Cowell, because he's all mean. And...That creepy, stalker guy that watches me every time I go to Walmart."

"Amen. Okay. Now lets see."

She found out the number and then started knocking out answers.

So, far I'm not marrying Simon Cowell, I won't have 10 kids, I won't have a van, and I won't live in the desert.

Life's going good so far.

Well, until when my husband is between Zander or Bob the Monkey.

Of course, I'd rather marry Zander, but in front of Anne, I'd rather marry Bob.

"Close your eyes. I want to be the first to see who your husband will be."

"Okay." I said, closing my eyes.

I heard her squeal.

Well, I think I got a pretty good guess of who I got.

"Zander! You got Zander! I knew you would. I just knew it..." I sighed.

I'm never gonna be able to live this down.

"Yay! I'm so happy. Can I be your Maid Of Honor? Can I? Can I,please? Please?" She asked, bouncing around.

"Okay. Okay, just continue."

"Just answer the question. Wait....Is this your way of telling me I can't be your Maid Of Honor? Is it? I-I thought we were best friends. But, I-I guess I was wrong. Just wrong!" She said, pouting.

"Oh, shut up, Anne! You are my best friend, and always will be! Now, go on with the game."

"Okay."

So,she kept on going.

Here's my life...

I'm married to Zander, I have 137 kids (Well,woah.) , Hot pink Porsche, and I live in Forks.

"No fair! I want your life!"

"Well, that's not my life. That's just paper. So, let me have it."

"No!"

"What?"

"No. Your gonna throw it away!"

She knows me well.

I snatched it from her hands and ripped it in half. Then, I went and pitched it in the garbage. I knew she would take it out of the garbage.

Why she wanted it so much, I have no idea.

I hurried and grabbed it from my garbage can and ran downstairs. I heard her running behind me, but I ran faster. I ran to the kitchen and threw it in that garbage.

I don't know why that made any difference, but I threw it in anyway.

She was reaching in to get it, when someone walked in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Zander asked.

We turned around in sync. But, Anne was the first to talk.

"Nothing."

"Really? Then, why do you have your hand half way down the garbage can?" He asked, looking at Anne.

"And, why are you trying to stop her?" He asked, looking at me, with a smirk, on his face.

I looked down at my hands

They were on Anne's arms, from where I was trying to get her to let go, of the paper.

"Well, why are you asking so many questions?" Anne asked.

I was just standing there, my mouth wide open,dumb-struck.

Anne hit my arm, trying to get me out of my daze.

It didn't work.

Zander ignored her, and went to get a drink, out the fridge.

Then, he left.

I finally got out of my daze and looked at Anne. "Stella? Are you okay?" Anne asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She stared at me and smiled.

"Girl, you got it bad."

"Do not!" I lied.

"Do too!"

"Woah. DeJa Vu."

"I know, right?" Then, we started walking up the stairs. She had completely forgotten why she had chased me downstairs.

********Zander's POV*********

"What are you doing?" I asked,Stella and Anne.

Anne was that girl's name, right?

The both turned around at the same time. Then,Anne said, "Nothing."

I looked at Anne's arm halfway down the garbage can, and Stella trying to get Anne away from garbage can.

"Really? Then, why do you have your hand halfway down the garbage can?"I asked, looking at Anne.

"And, why are you trying to stop her?" I asked, looking at Stella.

"And, why are you asking so many questions?" Anne asked.

I ignored her.

Stella was standing there with her mouth wide open, staring,at me.

Anne hit her arm, but Stella didn't blink.

I walked over to the fridge and got out a Coke. Then, I walked out. I went and sat on the couch with Jesse, and opened my Coke.

I heard the girls talking and walking upstairs.

"Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom." I said.

"You just- Alright." He said.

I got up and went to the kitchen. I couldn't hold back my wonder.

I stuck my hand in the garbage can, and pulled out a piece of paper.

It was ripped in from the side, and it looked like the right side.

It said "S.H"

What is this?