Devan

Two

The five of us hung out at Chandler's place nearly every day. Andre and I sat in the love seat located in Chandler's videogame-themed lounge. This room stood out from the rest of the rooms. There were vibrant colors splotched in every corner. It reminded me of Scooby Doo's Mystery Inc.'s headquarters. The shelves were made of marble wood, glossed as if Chandler cleaned it every hour. The tv was a flatscreen, and contained in the shelves Were stacks and stacks of videogames, remote controls, and the newest xbox system. The carpet was as soft as rabbit fur. Honestly, this was a man's den minus the stink and dirty mess.

In addition to the lounge there was an extra set of instruments for the band in the far corner.

I bounced my leg up and down anxiously. I couldn't bring myself from thinking about him.

Devan. His presence at the concert drove me crazy. It had been a week since Heroic Art's last performance, when Devan had attended.

Suddenly, a voice almost scared Mr out of my thoughts. "You know I love you, right?" Andre asked me. I looked at him with a half smile. "I've always known that."

Andre always knew when I was upset or when something was bothering me, and eventually he cheered me up. I didn't know how he did it, but all I knew was that he was a miracle worker.

I heard Chandler in the next room yelling nonsense I couldn't quite understand. Maybe he was arguing with himself again. Nestor stomped out of the room where Chandler's shouts were coming from. I could tell being the head of an upcoming famous rock band was tough enough, but he didn't have to take it out on us. For the third time.

So because of him the entire band had their panties in a knot. Andre was a little pissed at Chandler, but he was the one who had to cheer everyone up.

And because I was the first he'd try, knowing my weakness, he took advantage of that. He ambushed me with tickles on my stomach and I exploded with laughter. He cornered me on the arm of the couch and I had no more room to escape. I had no choice but to accept the playful attack.

Andre stopped and kissed me with a smile, then got up and made his way to his next victim, Bianca, who was at the dinner table in the next room.

Nestor walked up to me and said, "Dudette, did you see that Devan dude at our concert last week?"

His tone was a little rough with his hippy accent. As soon as he brought it up, my mind wandered back to that day. "Yes I did. He was staring at me the whole time." I admitted. Nestor glared at the floor for a moment, seeming as if he was surprised that I had said that. "That's wicked, the dude digs ya, TC." He finally said.

Part of me shuddered at the comment. I didn't want to believe it. Maybe he was just there to get his mind off of school or something. I prayed it had nothing to do with me. I hardly knew him, and I never talked to him in school. I didn't plan to either. Something about him scared me. But secretly, I wanted to know what exactly about him that did.

Andre returned to the love seat next to me, having already put a smile on Bianca's face.

Suddenly Nestor filled him in on our conversation, having mentioned that Devan digged me, which was something I didn't want Andre to know about. Too late.

Andre's eyebrows lifted in curiosity as he looked from Nestor to me. "Really? Devan 'digs' you?"

I smiled in reassurance. "Nestor's just over thinking it. Maybe he likes Bianca and went to the concert to support her?" I attempted to believe it myself but failed miserably. The two guys chuckled, and I joined them. Nestor walked off, leaving me with Andre alone. He wasn't mad or anything. He knew nothing was going to happen. We cuddled in each others arms as the day flew by.

But part of me still wanted to think about Devan.