Brothers best friend · Y/n story by @swagermonkey

The Saturday sun spilled through the kitchen windows, catching dust motes mid-swirl. Y/n's house smelled like coffee and the faint hint of Sam's cologne.

Aaron Carter

perched on the counter like he owned the place, one hand deep in a Tupperware container Yo.

Sam

leaning against the fridge, arms crossed, still shirtless I said you could grab a drink, not commit a felony in my kitchen.

Aaron Carter

grins, mouth half-full It was sitting right there. Basically abandoned.

Aaron Carter. Six-foot-something of lean muscle and bad decisions, with that stupidly perfect mess of brown hair and a tattoo sleeve snaking down one arm. He looked up at her with those dark eyes, unbothered, like he owned the room and the fridge and probably the whole block.

Aaron Carter

You gonna stand there judging me, or you gonna say hi?