Remington
I looked in the mirror, examining my outfit one more time. Who would've thought I'd be going to a party thrown by a girl I wanted nothing to do with, just to see a girl who probably didn't want me the way I wanted her. I wondered what she'd be wearing, and smoothed my shirt out, before grabbing my phone and shoving it in my pant pocket. I don't think she'd ever see me as more than a friend. I took a couple of steps but, ultimately turned around to start messing with my hair again, mostly out of nerves.
"I should've known you'd be staring at yourself." Emerson joked from my doorway.
"A knock would be nice," I retorted. I took in his outfit, noticing that he was dressed up in his normal pirate fashion, instead of the pajamas he was in earlier, "I didn't think you'd come?"
He shrugged, swiped the cigarette from behind my ear, and placed it between his teeth, "I figured I could get my one social event for the year out of the way since Shy went back home to see her family. Besides, if Austyn's there, it shouldn't be too bad."
I nodded slightly, prompting my baby brother to speak up again, "Hurry up. Sebastian's having a shit hemorrhage."
I tapped Emerson's shoulder as I passed him, and entered the hall, "When is he not having a shit hemorrhage?"
We chuckled our way down the stairs to where Sebastian was standing with his arms crossed.
"Finally," He said shortly, "we're gonna be late."
"It's a house party you fuck," I scoffed playfully, "it's not a big deal to be right on time."
"I didn't even want to go." Sebastian retorted.
"Then stay home with your cats you geezer," I said, without thinking. I did that a lot, "it's 10:00. Isn't that a couple hours past your bed time?"
Sebastian and Emerson just stared at me, and blinked a few slow times. I wasn't sure how they were gonna react but, when they burst out laughing, so did I.
"Jesus," Sebastian breathed out, "can we go now?"
I nodded my head, and we trekked out the front door, to his car.
"Why are we driving? Austyn's house is like a three minute walk from here, and I'm pretty sure you'll be plastered by the time we leave." Emerson chuckled.
"You're right," Sebastian reasoned, "but I'm cold, and you can drive us home."
"First of all. I don't have my license," Emerson retorted as we climbed into the car, "and second of all. Who's to say that I won't be getting absolutely wasted myself?"
Sebastian turned the key in the ignition, before turning around and giving our little brother a playful glare, "You sir, are twenty years old. So, I am going to pretend I didn't hear that, and just hope you're kidding."
We all laughed again at his sternness, mostly because we knew he was kidding. Our short drive was full of laughs, and loud conversations, which was nice. My brother's and I getting along wasn't as often of an occurrence as it used to be. Ever since we pretty much gave up our life to be on the road all the time, and had to be crammed next to each other pretty much twenty-four seven, being nice became a faded memory. Something we could look back on with a smile on our faces.
"Her house is right up here, on the right," A smile instantly lit up my face, prompting Sebastian to sigh, "don't start."
"I won't. Sorry."
He pulled the car up to the curb, and we climbed out and headed to her front door. My hand raised to knock, but it never met the door due to Carmen throwing it open.
