I got up, assuming she probably had puked, I walked towards the bathroom. Door wide open.  

I turned to my brother's room; I heard noises. My curiosity got the best of me as I opened the door, "Just like- ahh~" Brooke moaned as she saw me, her eyes filled with shock, Devon covered himself with a blanket.  

"Jay, it's not what you think." Brooke replied, her shirt was messed with and clearly had just been pulled down.  

"What the actual fuck Brooke, you're fucking my brother?" I yelled, staring at her. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.  

I left that room, trying my best not to cry. I couldn't believe this; she was fucking my brother. How, how could she do this.  

I walked out of the house. It was cold. I went to the only place where no one favored my brother. Aunt Fiona’s. It was 2 am, I knocked on the door. A very tired Aunt Fiona stood at the door.  

“It's 2 am Jay, what do you want?” She asked, noticing my now bloodshot eyes. Her eyes widened.  

“Jay what happened?” She gestured me to come in. I sat on the couch. She went upstairs to get Asher. He came downstairs, sitting beside me.  

“What happened?” Asher asked looking at me.  

“She cheated on me.” His eyes widened.  

“With who?” He asked, now intrigued.  

“Devon.”  

“No fucking way, seriously?” I looked down, holding back tears. “You need some kind of revenge.” I looked up at him. “Does she have a sister?” He asked.  

“No... she has a brother though.” He looked at me. A weird look in his eyes. We both knew he was meaning date Brooke’s sibling, but since she has a brother, this is going to be harder and funnier.  

“You into that shit?” He asked, I just stared at him. Just because we’ve told each other almost every secret since we were 8, doesn't mean I don't keep secrets. Since maybe 8th grade, I’d consider myself bi, I guess. But since I have been dating Brooke, I couldn’t say anything. He saw me thinking, he knew.  

“I mean, Brooke’s brother is gay... but who cares?” I smiled as I told him.  He smirked at me; he knew what I was meaning.  

“So, we make him fall for you?” 

 “I don’t think we have to make him.” His eyes widened. Brookes brother Brandon, he’s been in love with me since I moved. Even longer than Brooke herself. He’s almost identical to Brooke. They look like gender bent versions of each other. So, I’d consider him cute.  

Me and Asher began forming a plan. It was just some stupid petty revenge. But for what I caught. She deserves it.  

The plan was:  

1. Go to their house in the morning  

2. Hang out with Brandon  

3. Hopefully kiss him.  

6 hours later, we both woke up off the couch, preparing to start step one.  

I walked over the house. I knocked at the door, anxiously waiting, hoping it was gonna be Brandon who answers.  

“Oh, hey Jay, Brooke isn’t here.” Brandon replied as he opened the door.  

“I came to see you.” I replied with a small smile. He hesitantly let me in.