Her Best Friend's Brother(16)

Libby tried to fight the effects of her cold medicine, but long before the hero got his girl she was slumped over onto Tony’s shoulder and sleeping deeply. Tony considered carrying her to her room, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. And anyway her mother wouldn’t be home for hours, and what if Libby needed someone? So he leaned back into the arm of the couch, and puled Libby, stil wrapped in her blanket, into his chest. It was getting late and he concentrated on matching his breathing with the rise and fal of her back until he too drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Libby woke up in her own bed and felt as if she had never slept better in al her life. It took her awhile to focus and then she remembered Tony visiting, bringing her soup, and a movie. She also had a fuzzy memory of Tony wrapping her in his arms and snuggling her close to him, but that part was probably a dream. There was no way that her mom, at 5 foot nothing could possibly have gotten Libby from the couch into her bed, and that left Libby with one thriling option for how she had gotten back into bed last night. Sitting up she found a thick blue folder at the foot of her bed.

Opening it she found a note scrawled in Tony’s familiar messy writing.

Libby,

Your mom is back, and I have to get home. I am leaving you the first completed draft of my book. I did promise you could be the first to read it, remember? Take a look when you get chance. I hope you like it.

Love, Tony Ps: In case you were worried—Johnny Depp gets away and Orlando Bloom gets the girl

So that was her surprise. Libby grinned widely as she settled back into her pilows and began to read.





Chapter Five




“We did it!” Mel was jumping up and down and squealing her very best squeal. The pale green graduation gown bounced lightly as Mel did her dance. Pale green looked wonderful against Mel’s blond hair and fair skin.

John picked Melanie up and spun her around in a circle.

“Congrats babe!” He said, before wrapping her in a slightly inappropriate embrace. They were so ridiculously cute together. “You too Libster.” John shot her with a finger gun. God she hated that nickname.

Parker pressed a kiss to the top of Libby’s head. “Yeah. Congrats.” He whispered. Libby realy wished he would stop doing stuff like that. John and Mel had been together for awhile now, and inevitably Libby always ended up paired with Parker. Not that she minded; it had actualy been nice that she could count on having a date for al the major social events of her senior year. And she realy liked Parker. He was funny and confident, and while she hated to admit to being shalow --having a man fly in from his New York Colege to see her had leant her a certain amount of prestige. Mostly they got along great and while they had shared a few lukewarm kisses he hadn’t seemed to be interested in much more. But lately he had been caling more, and always seemed to be touching her a little more than was necessary. Libby knew that with high school behind her she was ready to take the Tony Marchetti situation into her own hands. So the Parker thing could get awkward.

The Marchetti back yard looked beautiful.

Paper lanterns hung from wires that Mr. Marchetti had strung between the trees, and tiki torches dotted the edge of the yard. Mel had spent months planning her Hawaian graduation party. Judging from the size of the crowd, it was a big hit. A big white rented tent sheltered lots of tables and chairs, but extra lawn chairs had been arranged al over the yard to accommodate the guest list. Libby had played the good hostess to Parker most of the night so far, but she was grateful when Parker got caught up in a conversation about basebal and she could slip away. Libby wandered the edge of the yard feeling a little chily in her grass skirt and bikini top. But no way was she changing until Tony arrived. She knew she looked good, and she figured a little sex appeal could only help her cause. Tony’s flight had been delayed and he had had to miss the ceremony, but she thought he would have been here by now.

“Do I get to hug the graduate?” As if she had summoned him with her thoughts Tony’s warm voice caled from the edge of the yard. Walking towards his voice and letting her eyes adjust to the dark she found him stretched out on an old lounge chair under a tree.

“I didn’t know you had arrived.”

“I’ve been here for about an hour. You were…. busy.” Tony stood up as she approached and scooped her up until she was on her tip toes hugging him.

His skin was hot against hers, and she could feel his breath warm and wet on her neck. He puled her tighter for a long moment and then set her back down. “How does it feel?”

“Good.” Libby breathed her answer before she realized Tony was probably talking about graduation. “It’s great. I feel great.” Tony puled Libby to sit down next to him on the lounge chair. He left his hand covering hers in between them.