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The soft sound of Crosby’s breath mixed with the crisp cool breeze as we lied next to each other on the hood of his car. We stared into the stars, the universe vast and never-ending.
“What are we doing this weekend?” Crosby questioned, his phone illuminating his face.
“Get off your cell, shithead.” My gaze still met the sky, the glorious spring night sending shivers through my bones.
“It’s Margaux,” Crosby mumbled, his eyes darting over his phone as his fingers dashed to type out his message.
I let out a loud huff as I sat up, looking over the city, “I’m not doing shit with her, so just keep me out of your plans.”
“Wasn’t planning anything with her, Libs, relax.” Trying to sooth my wrinkles, Crosby collected me, nuzzling his nose into my ear. His affections would go to waste when I felt the phone buzz against my hip.
“She’s nothing but trouble, Crosby.” Blunt as I could, I pulled away to look at him, “I want to go to L.A. this weekend,” taking a long pause, I judged his reaction.
A smile crept across his face, his arm pulling me close to him, “L.A. it is then, just us.”

Feet propped out the window, wind caressing my features, the radio blaring; we were on our way home to pack for our weekend venture.

“Nash! We’re home!” I bellowed through the house, tossing my bag on the couch.
“No need to shout, love. I’m right here.” Drawn to Nash’s cool and collected tone humming from the kitchen; I gazed to that handsome scruffy creature as he stood shirtless, his skin kissed with glistening sweat fresh from a work out. Those dark brown eyes focused on the apple he was cutting up, his lush lashes flickered up as he gave me his attention. Giving me a pearly grin, I lost the feeling in my legs as I dropped to the couch, my eyes still locked with his.
Why, Nash?! Why do you do this to me? Every damn day..
“Hey, bro. Just work out?” Crosby asked his half sibling, shuffling to the fridge.
“I did.” That powerful voice quaked my insides, those orbs still on my petite form.
“There you are, what did you guys do today?” Stiles beckoned, stealing me away from my trance, looking to the younger of the three standing at the base of the stairs.
Why am I always surrounded by dudes? I pondered, watching Stiles plop down beside me on the leather sofa.
“Drove around, got lunch, chilled on the hills, that’s about it.” Crosby mumbled reading over a magazine cover as he sipped a juice pouch.
Nash snatched up my admirations once again, his long muscular body stood erect beside me. That godly smile looked down at me, a plate of cut up apples in hand, “want some?”
My insides quivered as I masked my undeniable desire for Nash, “thanks.” I gave him a bright beam as I took a slice while he sat next to me, our arms brushing causing my face to heat up like a volcano.
“I’m ganna go pack, Libs. Don’t wake me up when you come to bed.” Crosby stated tossing his pouch into the trash with a smile.
“Aye, aye, Captain.” I saluted, munching on my slice of apple as Stiles flipped through channels.
“Where are you guys going?” Nash questioned, setting the plate of apples on my thigh.
I took my last bite, speaking as I chewed, “Los Angeles, just for the weekend.”
“No fair, can I come?” Stiles whined like a child; for a seventeen year old, he was such a baby.
“What would a seventeen year old boy do with two twenty-three year olds in L.A.?” Nash wondered with a quirked grin and a ruffled brow of curiosity.
“Party, duh.” Stiles retorted, leaving the channel on Fresh Prince of Bellaire.
“I don’t think Libby wants to party with a boy.” Nash smirked in my direction, taking a bite of apple.
“Dude, could you be any more transparent?” The brothers were clashing and I was right in the middle of it.
“Shhh,” Hushing the lions, I watched the show, nibbling on my apple contently.

Notes

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