Your Little Brother isn't Who I Think He Is....(Asher&&Capri)

Smiling at Kris, I answered Asher, "Before Elena gets here. Kris doesn't like her." I said, smirking again as I texted her back. I always got a laugh out of how Kristiano would practically shun my blond, blue-eyed best friend. But Elena could care less. She didn't seem to like children anyway, so she would care about Kris. Not to mention that Kris had just gave a little yawn, but then went right back to playing with Asher.

"You'll have to spend more time with him," I said, and I meant it. If Louis definitely wasn't going to be around, Kris would need a father figure (though i wasn't quite sure if I'd go public with that). Asher being twenty-four and I twenty-one made things a little easier.

Laughing a little, I thought of my Italian mother, "Oh, you know her...always judgmental." And it was true. She didn't like Asher because he wasn't the father, and she saw it as wrong. But I didn't care,she'd just have to deal with it.

Taken off guard, I jumped off the couch and quickly followed behind Asher. It wasn't that I didn't trust him, I was just used to putting my baby to bed.

"Wow, I can't believe he fell asleep that fast." I murmured.

"No, he usually won't fall asleep for anyone but me." I said, telling the truth as I whispered.

Smiling back, I returned the kiss, "I love you too," It was true, even though I was a lying bitch. And every time I said it, it was like another stab in my torso. Because of Louis. I learned to love him too, but what I did was wrong on so many levels. But I couldn't not say I love you. Asher would begin to wonder.

"I'm glad you were understanding."

"Well, Elena and Tristan should be here soon. and since my parents are home, it's no big deal. Elena will probably stay the night." I said before answering the first question. I became silent for awhile.

"I was just scared."

"She knows by the way. No doubt she's probably told Tristan, though I hope not. But I told her not to tell you, even though she was dying to do it." I didn't know why I was telling him these things, it just made me feel better.

I sighed and shook my head, "Asher, I'm not that bad." Yes, I am. "I only told Elena."

Nuzzling closer to Asher, I returned his embrace and sighed, "I'm so glad." And I was, but not as fully as I could be. But that was my fault. I was the one holding back on that to. Just because I was selfish.

Lights flashed through my front door as I heard a car pulling into the driveway. Tristan and Elena.

OOC- Don't worry. After our friends chill with us for awhile, I've got something up my sleeve for the next day. Oh, also: You can control Tristan if you want. I'll control Elena.

Smirking a little, I said hello to Tris, "It's cool. That kid can sleep through a Nascar race."

I saw Elena's blue eyes glimmer from behind Tristan. Any day I could read what those eyes said. And she could read mine. That's why we were best friends. And that stare was asking a question.

You told him?

My eyes confirmed the answer, but not obviously, "Hey, Elena!" I said as I stood up to hug her. She still had that unreadable-to-men worried expression on her face.

I closed the door behind me and next thing I felt was a tug on my shirt. Tristan was pulling me away from the girls. I walked into the next room with him and asked what was going.

"I like her man." He blurted out softly so that the girls couldn't hear in the next room. "But she's so difficult to understand. One minute we're fine, the next she's playing so hard to get, I just want to give up." I smirked and touched a hand to his shoulder.

"Dude, it's Elena. It's her way or the high way. She's trying to get you whipped. And you're falling for it." I laughed lightly. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair.

"That's my only choice right now." He said as he started to walk back into the living room. I followed close behind.

"Sorry we're late. Traffic." said Elena nonchalantly as she tugged off her heels. She and I curiously watched the boys exit the room. We knew not to show our suspicious stares.

"No worries, cheri." I added, "Did you have a good time tonight?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. But in the next moment, it was gone, because I heard footsteps coming closer.

"Yeah, it was fun," said Elena with a smile as they entered the room. She twirled a piece of golden hair around her manicured finger, giving me the sign That's not the whole story. Tucking a piece of my own black hair behind my ear and looking at her, I said We'll talk about it later.

I walked back in the room with Tristan. I walked to Capri and wrapped an arm around her. "So, ladies." I smiled at both of them. "Plans?" I asked.

Tristan walked to Elena but didn't put his arm around her, as I figured he wanted to. He stood close to her, often looking at her but looking away. "I'm up for whatever." He said, smiling at Elena and then Capri and I.

"We can get a sitter. Or we can order something and stay here." I said as I turned to Capri to see what she thought. Her house, her main decision. I was just throwing suggestions out there. Especially since her mother was out and I knew that Capri was rarely ever away from Kris.

Blinking my violet eyes, I slowly turned my head to Asher, "Yeah, I don't want to leave Kris with a sitter. Plus, if my mother ever found out, she'd stab me in my sleep." I said with a little smile. "So, stay here and order in then?"

"Sounds good to me." Elena said, bumping her elbow playfully against Tris's side. "What do you guys want to eat?"

Tristan smirked and wrapped an arm around Elena. From what I saw, she didn't seem to mind it, but then again these girls are terrible to read. "I'm up for whatever." She said looking at Elena, then at us.

I pulled away from Capri and took out my phone. "I have pizza, Chinese and Italian on my speed dial." I said going through my contacts. I look up and smile. "What do you guys want?"

Tristan shrugs. "I'm up for some Chinese." I looked at the girls, waiting for a response from them.

AS Elena smirked in response to Tris' embrace, I gave her an undetectable wink. Then I turned to Asher, "I get enough Italian around here," I said with another smile. "Chinese good, Elena?" I asked turning to her.

"You bet. I'm starved." I said with a blink of her blue eyes.

I clicked the green button and proceeded to call. I smirked to myself upon hearing in a thick accent; "Kao Pung, can I help you?" I put the phone on speaker and allowed everyone to take their own orders. "25 minutes." I then asked how much and hung up after giving him the address. I sat on the couch and took a deep breath, "Now we wait." I smiled