Bro Code : Luke Hemmings IN EDITING

Chapter Five - PART TWO : IN EDITING

"That's quite flattering," he laughs. I am half tempted to take a video and send it to her tomorrow. 

"I mean, I don't see why Hope doesn't try to get in these tight pants of yours," she slurs into his ear while tugging on the button of his jeans. My cheeks become heated and I find myself suddenly annoyed.

"That's enough. We just want to make sure there is a D.D. for tonight," I say sharply.

Her face lifts and softens, "I'm sorry, Hope. I didn't mean to upset you.. Yes, there will be a driver for tonight, it's Brody. He's up in his room if you want to go home," she says, letting go of Michael. Brody is her brother.

"Thanks," I say tersely, walking away. I leave Michael standing there. I'm not mad, but more embarrassed. What kind of friend says that type of shit?

I can hear his footsteps coming behind me. "You okay?" he scrunches his face.

"Yeah, just a little embarrassed, that's all," I shrug it off. "Ready to party hard?" I nudge him in the side.

"Might as well start the summer off right!" he says as we head back in the house.

We walk back into the kitchen and he picks up a beer from the bottom. He pops off the lid and offers to get mine off when he sees me struggling. The edges are rough, so it is hurting my fingers to hold tight and turn it. When I take my first sip, I notice that it tastes much like pop, but with a slight after taste that pop doesn't leave. I take another sip, and another. This shit is fantastic. We head to the dance floor to join the sweaty kids. I don't find it hot, but I'm not dancing yet.

Usually I don't dance, but this can be an exception. Michael grabs my hand, encouraging me to go onto the floor, but I stop and chug the rest of my drink first.

"Thirsty?" he smirks. He had finished his too.

"I have two left feet, maybe this can be my magic juice, ya know, help a girl out," I take his hand and lead him on the dance floor. All at once, it hits me. The blood rushing from my head. A little less care. A little more fun. 

This music is loud, the people around me are sweaty, the air smells like alcohol and cigarettes, but me? 'm moving to the music. His hands never leavw my waist. Occasionally we stop for another drink. I'm on my fifth and he is on his sixth. Time seems to stop, but speed up all at once. I don't care about anything other than being there, with my best friend, who occasionally whispers his hot breath in my ear. Why don't I like him like I should? Why did I just think that. I do like him like I should. Right? Wrong. 

A mind finally free, a mind that is empty and honest. I think I know my feelings, but also, with every passing day, I know they grow a little stronger. Eventually, we'll be together. I can feel it. That's not all I feel though. My bladder is going to explode. I haven't gone since before my shower. It's nearly midnight now.

"Be right back," I turn and whisper into his ear.

"Where are you going?" he holds a curious smile.

"Ladies room, wanna come?" I joke.

"I mean, if the offers there..." he laughs.

"It's not," I smile and kiss his cheek. "Don't dance too much without me," I say as I start to walk away, but he stops me and takes my hand, forcing me to turn around.

"Don't worry, I won't," he winks and let me go.

I make my way through my friends and some other people that I don't know, and start up the stairs. So many people have come and I didn't even notice because I was so busy dancing. There is a line for the bathroom, about three people. I wait patiently in line; when I finally get to go, I'm nearly to wetting myself. Upstairs is empty besides any noises coming from the bedroom doors, which I only assum has two or three people in it. Freaky kids, I'm telling you.