My Brother's Bandmate

Nine

"Gehna" , Brad says.

"Hmm?", I hum.

We are sitting on my bed, my back laying on his chest.

"Wanna go grab Starbucks?", He asks.

OMG. I love Starbucks. Guess I have mentioned that one before.

"Sure.", I smile.

We enter the corridor to see Fizza and Harry making out. These people I swear. Brad intertwines his hand with mine. I look at him and smile.

Yesterday night Brad slept in my room after he asked me out. No we didn't do anything, he slept on the couch. Don't ask me why. He said he respected my space, which was decent on his part.

"Hey Brad.", Fizza says as they pull away. She looks down at our hands. She squints her eyes and suddenly as realization hits her , her brows shoot up to her hairline, literally.

"So you two are together now?", As soon as these words leave Fizza's mouth Harry's head snaps to mine as he was previously eyeing Brad.

"Yeah, he asked me out yesterday.", I grin.

"And you told none of us bout this because...?", Harry seethes.

"Cause it was just last night. I didn't get much time.", I reply.

"Sure , you must be busy being Ms.slut.",he spits.

Ouch. Ouch. We didn't even do anything. And why would I be called slut if we did anything. It's my bloody first relationship, first kiss, first everything.

"Harry, she is not a slut. If anything you are the womanizer. I would like you to respect my girlfriend.", Brad's hold tightens on my hand. I squeeze his hand back.

We continue walking.

"Wait", Fizza calls.

We turn around.

"Where are you going?" , She asks.

"Starbucks.", Brad replies bluntly.

" Oohh I wanna go to starbucks.", Fizza squeals.

I don't mind Fizza coming with us. She is a good friend and hasn't even offended me in any way.

"Sure you're most welcome.", I smile.

So we end up going on a double date as Fizza likes to call it. Of course she had to include Harry. I just didn't see that one coming before.

We quickly catch a table for four as we reach there. This Starbucks place is really big. Like very big.

"So what do you guys want?", Harry asks us all.

"I'll have a Mocha frap.", Fizza says.

"I'll take... "

"I know yours, sugar, Caramel frap right?", He smirks.

Oh Harry why are you doing this? He is calling me sugar in front of Brad. Purposely. And he is showing him that he knows what I like and what I don't. Well obviously, Harry and I know each other since the past three years. Grasshole.

"I'll take a cappuccino", Brad says. From the looks of it he looks calm. Well that's good. He doesn't have anything to worry about anyways, Harry just called me sugar.

Harry nods and gets up to place our orders. I know he'll get himself a Caramel Frap too. It's our favorite.

Harry brings our drinks ten minutes later and as predicted he got himself the same drink as mine.