Brothers Bandmate

27

-Brianna's POV-

        I could feel myself slowly fall out of my sleep once I heard a knocking sound from my door.  I tried opening my eyes, but finding it hard.  So I lay there and moaned.

        The door opened, making my moan even louder.  "Get out, Mikey!" I said as I rolled onto my back, the sunlight causing me to squeeze my eyes shut.

        "Um..." I froze, knowing that awkwardness was not from my brother.  I threw my blankets over my head, knowing I looked like a mess.  I was still in my clothes from last night, my hair was a rat's nest, and my face was most likely tear-stained. 

        "Go away, Luke!" I said from under the blankets.

        "We're supposed to meet today..."

        "I don't want to meet today!  Do you not understand what happened last night?  You might not have experienced heartbreak, but I can tell you now that all I wanna do is lay in bed!" I yelled, knowing he won't understand.

        "I know what happened yesterday hurt, and I wasn't planning on doing the project today.  I came to check on you, actually," he explained to my surprise.  I finally opened my eyes, not sure how too respond.  It wasn't the response I was expecting.  Luke realized this and continued talking,  the end of my bed sinking and letting me know that Luke was now sitting there. "I don't expect you to want me here so...I wrote you something?" he said more like a question, making me chuckle.  The only person more awkward than me is Luke.  "So I'll just leave this...note...on your bed.  And maybe we can meet up tomorrow," he suggested.  I continued to lay there in silence until I felt Luke get off the bed, walk away, and shut the door.

        I slowly sat up, spotting the note at the end of the bed where Luke was sitting.  I reached for it, opening it up and reading its contents:

        Brianna,

        I feel stupid writing you a note since the only time I really write is when I'm writing songs, but I knew you wouldn't want to talk and I have some things I want to say.

        I've finally reached the point of really knowing you, and last night I actually felt bad when...you know...but I wanted to tell you that even though I don't know what it feels like, I know it must hurt.  If it helps, I punched Drew right after you left :-)

         On the way home though, the boys and I were talking and mentioned me caring about you.  I thought they were kidding, especially when your brother was thanking me for it.  They said it's nice we're getting along and you have another person to look after you.  I thought it was silly for them to say, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that...they're right.  I do care about you.  Why else would I punch a guy in the face for you?

        That being said, I hope you can at least talk tomorrow so we can meetup.  I'm starting to somewhat like doing this project, especially since it's not really work.  It's more like talking and getting to know each other, and that's not too bad.


So...see you tomorrow?
Luke


        I couldn't help but smile at Luke's little note.  It meant a lot that Luke actually cared about me, and honestly...I care about him too.  We're slowly getting into the friend zone, and it's...nice.


        The next day I made sure to get dressed so Luke and I could meet up.  After reading the note, I actually felt a little bad that I didn't want to talk to him yesterday, so today would make up  for that.

        I knocked on Luke's door, Liz of course answering the door.  She smiled like always, letting me in.  "Brianna!  It's nice to see you back!"

        "Thank you, I'm actually glad to be back," I replied honestly.

        "I heard about what happened with you and your boyfriend...well, ex boyfriend now I suppose," she gave me a sympathetic look.

        I furrowed my eyebrows.  "You...did?"

        Liz nodded.  "Yes.  Luke came home last night and was angry.  When I asked him why, he told me what happened," she explained.

        "Oh!  Well...yeah...I didn't know he told you."

        "He did.  It seems he's taken a liking for you if he got so worked up about that."

        I stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to respond to that.  "Uh...I-I guess we're friends now..." I trailed off.

        "No, I mean..."

        "Mom!  Just let her up," Luke luckily cut her off.  Liz nodded, allowing me to walk upstairs to Luke who was waiting for me.  Once I got there, he lead me into his room.  I felt a lot more comfortable than last time, sitting on the edge of the bed.  "I wasn't sure if you would come or not," he said as he shut the door.

        I shrugged, keeping my eyes on the ground.  "I felt like it's the least I could do.  After reading your note I felt kind of bad I cancelled," I explained.

        "You read it?"

        "Why wouldn't I?" I asked, looking up a Luke who was walking over to his hamper and...putting his clothes in?

        "I wasn't sure since you pretty much hate me, especially after bugging you all week," he replied, now moving to his dresser and cleaning it up.

        "He's a cheater so...congratulations!  You were right," I sighed.

        "I'm not happy about it actually, seeing as you're hurt by it.  Why do you think I punched the shithead?" he said, shoving things into his closet now.  I tried my best to hold in laughter as Luke tried shutting his closet door.  He turned to me as I burst into laughter.  "What?"

        I shook my head.  "I'm not sure what's funnier, the fact that you're cleaning or the fact that you actually punched Drew!" I laughed, now laying on Luke's bed, feet hanging over the side.  I could hear Luke join in, making me sit up.  "I don't think I've ever heard a genuine laugh from you."

        "Well...now you have," he stated, closing his closet doors.

        "Why are you cleaning anyway?" I asked, sitting back up.

        Luke shrugged.  "Because my room is a mess, and I didn't really want you to see it."

        "What about last time I was here?"

        "I actually care now," he replied, sitting beside me.

        "Like you care about me?" I teased, raising my eyebrows.

        "You know, maybe I shouldn't have said that...or wrote that."

        "No!  I'm glad you did!  It...gave me a nice feeling to know you care.  Especially after that terrible night," I let out a breath, thinking about it again.  I keep seeing the image of Drew and Brook, and I wish I could un-see it.

        "You know...after what happened to you, I got inspired," Luke said.

        I raised an eyebrow at him.  "You felt inspired by my heartbreak?"

        "Not by your heartbreak...by you," he corrected, looking down and smiling.  "I...uh, actually wrote a song."

        "You did?  Can I hear it?" I asked.

        Luke looked at me, shaking his head.  "No, I'm embarrassed that I even wrote it!"

        "Hey, if it's about me and what just happened, I think I deserve to hear it," I tried convincing him.  When he didn't respond, I added, "Or at least a little bit?"

        Luke sighed, but nodded.  "Okay, a little bit.  But that's it!" he gave in, making me smile.  Luke stood  up and grabbed his guitar from the corner along with a notebook lying beside it.  He flipped it to the right page, strumming a few notes before looking at me.  "Do you really want to hear it?"

        I nodded.  "Yeah, I've heard your songs before, Luke."

        "But none of them have been about you!"

        "Well...I-I guess that does make it different. Especially since it's off of something that just happened..." I trailed off, thinking back to what happened once again.

        "I'll play it," Luke said.

        "I thought..."

        "It's written for you, and I think it will make you feel better."  I grinned at Luke, who returned it before looking down and starting to strum.  (Video is linked and obviously it's only Luke singing for the story).

        I sat there, speechless once Luke finished.  "Wow," I breathed, not sure how else to respond.

        "I told you it's embarrassing," Luke chuckled uncomfortably, setting his guitar down.

        "No!  It's...it's a great song!  I just...the lyrics...do you...?" I trailed of, not sure how to word it.

        "Oh, no!  I...it was for the song!  I wasn't sure...I didn't mean...no..." Luke stuttered, and for some reason I was sad by his answer.  "We are...friends now though, right?"

        "Yeah!  Yeah, we're friends," I agreed, nodding.  Luke smiled at me, making me smile once again.  My smile slowly faded though as I felt us both inching closer until our lips met and sent me shivers and a tingling sensation on my lips.  One thing I won't miss about Drew is his kisses, because they never compared to Luke's.