My Brother's Best Friend Is My Mate

Chapter 52: Love is War

"Can you remind me again, why I agreed to do this?" I ask nervously as my bestfriend leads me

towards a large balloon that is filled with air. Yes, a hot hair balloon. My maverick bestfriend thought it

would be fun for us to ride in a hot air balloon because, and I quote, 'it'll be fun.'

"Because," she makes emphasis on 'because', "you only live once, and there is no limit of crazy stuff

you can do while you're still alive.. I mean, why not?" Spencer questions and almost launches herself in

the basket. She climbs inside and motions for me to put my hands in hers. I oblige immediately and

Spencer helps me into the basket. Our balloon pilot gives us a thumbs up sign after we're settled in and Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Spencer nods.

"Ready?" Spencer's eyes are bright, full of spark... or mischief.

"Yeah." I release a shaky breath as the balloon rises up into the air and the temperature rises with it.

According to my Google search before we got here, how hot air balloons work is thanks to the hot air

inside the balloon, produced by the burner. Hot air rises, and as the air is heated inside the balloon it

causes it to rise upwards (because it is lighter than the cooler air on the outside. The air is really

starting to get hot, but I don't feel like I'm going to keel over and die.

"Isn't this fun?" Spencer shouts over the roar of the air.

"Not something I would recommend." I say truthfully. Hot air balloon rides are not for the feeble heart

and as much as I don't want to admit it, I'm definitely apart of that latter. I feel like I'm going to barf any

minute now, but on the other hand I don't want to be a party pooper and ruin my best friend's fun. She

deserves to enjoy this, something she's wanted to do from ever since I could remember and I don't

want to be the person to ruin her lifelong dream. Besides, what could go wrong?

The balloon pilot starts showing us beautiful landmarks below and suddenly I realise how high up we

are in the sky. He doesn't talk much, because he's busy paying attention to the wind patterns, as an

experienced pilot would. He raises and lowers the balloon into different wind flows to change the

direction the balloon floats and soon I'm starting to enjoy the ride.

"This is actually really fun." I change my mind almost as abruptly as I made it up. Honestly, if you just

focus on the wind and the view below you, around you, rather than the heat and the height, I guess a

ride like this can't be so bad.

"I knew you would come around." Spencer laughs. The rest of the ride goes smoothly and our one hour

ride comes to a stop.

"Thank you so much. The view was amazing and you were great and professional like at you're job. I'll

leave a 5 star rating for sure." Spencer thanks the balloon pilot and hands him a huge tip. He bows

gratefully and Spencer smiles before we both leave.

"So what are we doing next?" I ask.

"I know a cute little place you'll love." Spencer says in a mysterious voice. We take a random bus

headed downtown and when we get out, I can feel new born butterflies in my stomach. The

amusement park! Spencer brought me to the amusement park.

"I haven't been here, for like 3 years." I tell her.

"I know. And that's exactly why I brought you here, come on!"

Were both full of enthusiasm and not one single thing can drown out our excitement. Not the long lines.

Or the huge crowds, even if it's a Thursday. Not even people stepping on our toes as we wait in line for

our cotton candy. Spencer and I are dead set on having a good time, and we are.

We buy a potentially unlimited amount of tickets to go on every single ride in the park. We eat alot of

cotton candy, fried chicken dinners and boysenberry pie and individual pizza slices. We go on the roller

coaster and watch people on the Ferris wheel. We even go on the small bumper cars and visit the

haunted mansion.

By the end of the day we are tired and overwhelmed with sleep. We take a bus back downtown and

walk the rest of the way. The roads are barely clogged with traffic and for once in a few days I can

appreciate the quietness that surrounds me without worrying whether or not an attacker is passing by.

"I had a huge amount of fun today. I bet it can last me until I'm 50." Spencer laughs.

"Halt." A rough voice orders, making us stops in our steps and all the food in my stomach disappears

and is replaced with a lump. A short but tough looking male stands directly in front of us blocking our

way home. He is joined by a taller and we'll built man that looks like he can fist through a wall.

"Who dare trespasses the land of the Midnight Pack?" The taller one demands.

Midnight Pack? That's so cliche.

I roll my eyes at him, trying to intimidate me and Spencer. I'm starting to get fed up with being stopped

and interrogated every single day. Couldn't they just let me have my moment? What is the world

playing at now? "Listen, I know you're protecting you're property and all, but my bestfriend and I here

have had a very long day. And we would just like to get home and sleep. So if you wouldn't mind.." I try

to pass him but he gives me a tough look and... growls?

"Calm down gentleman." A calmer voice says. Ahandsome tall man steps out of the darkness and

looks at us with narrowed eyes. His features soften as he begins to realize who we are.

"Beta Spencer. I didn't know it was you passing by. I offer my apologies." He says.

He must've noticed my confused frown because he immediately introduced himself. "I'm Griffin

Hendrix, Alpha of the Midnight Pack." He points at the taller one of the duo. "This is my beta, Denzell.

And my third in command, Emerson." He says after pointing at the short one.

I resist the urge to ask the taller man if he is related to Mr. Crocker from Timmy Turner as Spencer talks

to Griffin. He keeps on glancing at me every now and then, and smiles at me so much it's becoming

uncomfortable. Finally, he wraps up his conversation with Spencer.

"Can we drive you to the pack house? It's dark and would be inappropriate if we let you go by

yourselves." Griffin asks. He holds onto my hand but I quickly pry it off immediately. What is wrong with

this guy?

"No thanks." Spencer says to my relief and takes my hand, dragging me away from the three men.

"That was awkward. Did you see the way he was looking at me? Major creep vibes." Spencer nods her

head in agreement.

A few minutes we arrive back at the Blue Moon pack and I run up the steps and open the front door

with Spencer only a few steps away from me.

"There you are!" Sarah exclaims and rushes over to us. "I was worried sick." She says.

I turn and look at Spencer who is avoiding my eyes which are narrowed down to slits. "You didn't tell

anyone we went out?" I whisper.

"It wouldn't be considered sneaking out then now would it?" Spencer asks in a whisper.

"I'm sorry if you were worried Sarah. Spencer and I just went out for a little bit, and I wasn't aware she

didn't tell anyone where we would be. I'm sorry." I apologise in behalf of my bestfriend and I. I feel like

I'm being interrogated by my mom, but then again Sarah is like my second mom.

"That's ok dear," Sarah replies and then stops as if remembering something. "And Spencer?"

"Yes?"

"You have a visitor." Sarah says and Spencer's eyes widen as a familiar lady with tall, glowing black

hair comes into sight.

"Mom?"