The Kents

Thirty

I remember jolting awake from that dream, hearing my pulsation near my ear drum, and wiping my damp forehead with the back of hand.

I pull back to reality and realize that I've been looking into Luke's eyes for sometime now...

I slowly flip again on my back, staring at the ceiling.

I gulp audibly.

"Let's go." He says after a few moments of silence.

He rises and I do too.

I thought we were staying but we clearly aren't doing that...

"Careful..." He comments when we step out, into the total darkness. The intertwining tall trees hovering us.

I walk on his traces until we reach his car.

We step inside and this time I control the car's stereo.

I listen to my top favorite songs on the way back.

Headphones are pleasant, but car stereos and the car's isolation are fantastic.

Music definitely sounded different when heard from a car stereo.

"I'd like to go there again." I tell him when we finally park in.

"Sure..." He nods.

I fight to say something right but I lacked the words.

How did our conversation end back there?

We enter the house and it sounded vacant.

When Erik takes Stacey out, that becomes it.

They don't come home before midnight...

"Are you going to bed?" I ask, since it was only ten.

"I might..." He says as we both start at the stairs.

When we reach the top of the stairs, I expect him to silently walk away to his room with no good nights or anything, but before I stepped into my room, his hand brushed my arm ephemerally.

I turned around.

"Am I a brother to you?" He asks. I felt his eyes see through me.

I blink then scan his unreadable expression.

Is he a brother to me?

"Would you consider someone you just knew about a couple of months back, a brother?" He says and I had to look into his eyes as he spoke.

What did he want me to answer to that?

If I don't consider him a brother than what could I possibly be considering him for?!

My frown reassembles.

"I'd like to think that I would. Yes." I tell him.

"But, you've got to help me Luke..." I add.

"Okay." He stresses on his jaw.

"Goodnight then." He says with a faint smile.

I step into my room and shut the door behind me.

What is he thinking?

I consider him a brother but it won't work unless he helps me with that.

Help me by being one.

But then again, he said he doesn't consider me a sister and that he can't...

He can't be a brother.

What can he be then?

If he doesn't-