My Best Friend's Brother

"Hakuna Matata."

"Woah, wait. Your in a band?" I asked staring at Brad as he looked shocked at me,

"I've told you like lots of times, yeah I am, that's why I was saying you might recognize me." He said awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he looked down at the floor,

"So, since there is going to be no one home--"

"Woah, woah, I don't want to stay by myself." I frowned,

"Why not? Are you scared?" Brad asked with a teasing smirk on his face

"I'm not scared." I said, "I just don't want to be left alone."

"Fine, I'll take you with me so I can protect you." He said, "Come on then," he grabbed my arm and pulled me off of the couch interrupting the part of the movie where Timba and Pumbaa started singing the Hakuna Matata song to Simba.

I turned towards Brad, "Oh, no, we've got go go now." He held my sleeve,

"Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phase!
Hakuna Matata, ain't no passing craze."

"Carter!" Brad started tugging my sleeve as he pulled us towards the door, I started swatting him as I continued singing along with the TV,

"It means no worries for the rest of your days,
Yeah, sing it, kid." I pointed the microphone made out of my hand towards Brad's mouth,

He rolled his eyes before singing, "It's our problem-free philosophy, Hakuna Matata."

I smiled then he grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind him as he locked the door then got into the car, me getting into the passenger's seat

"Wasn't that fun?" I sighed leaning my head against the head of the chair as I looked over at Brad whilst he shifted the gear, pressed on gas and started the car.

***

"We're here."