"Lads, I'm really bored." George complained, rather loudly.
"Yeah, we should probably get little Matty some water, too." Said Ross, the "mother," of the lot.
I told them I didn't need any, trying to prove I can go long amounts of time without breaks.
"Matty, they already let you in the band, stop showing off!" George whined.
"Yeah, let's get you some water." Adam said and motioned towards the stairs.
I climbed up the stairs, slowly. I knew that Margo was Adam's little sister. I was kind of hoping she wasn't here, so I wouldn't embarrass myself, but I really wanted to see her.
As I reached the door, I saw her standing away from me, stirring milk in a glass, and tossing the spoon loudly into the sink. Adam pushed me through the doorway, so I guess I was just standing there for a minute. Oops.
As I stepped towards her, she spun around, sipping the milk, sweetly.
Her pupils dilated as she saw me, causing me to smile. She pulled the glass from her thin lips, leaving chocolate milk entangled to the peach fuzz above her top lip.
"Nice milk-stash," I said laughing a bit. "Did you make me any?"
She blushed immediately, wiped her face, and walked past me, probably to her room.
I felt a sharp slap on the back of my head and winced, as Adam walked by.
"What the hell was that for?"
"Stop flirting with my baby sister, Matt." He said, angrily and he filled a glass with water.
I rubbed the back of my head and he slammed the water down in front of me, causing some to slosh out onto the counter.
"I mean it. I know your reputation." He continued.
"Hey mate, listen," I said, getting angry too. "Just because I fucked a few girls without calling them after, doesn't mean I have a bad reputation."
"You have a good voice."
"And..?" I asked, confused.
"That is why you are staying in the band. If you try and pull anything on my sister, consider yourself a solo artist. And just so you know, solo artists can't compete in the battle of the bands."
I would've fought back, but I really needed to win the battle of the bands. Each member gets a thousand dollars, and the whole group gets a record label. I wasn't smart enough for university, so this was my only chance.
I just nodded and sat at the counter. Adam went back downstairs to see what everyone wanted for dinner, and I noticed an open laptop on the table and casually walked over. I sat down and looked at the screen. Someone was streaming music. Paused, was "Only You," by Yazoo. I laughed a little bit and clicked on the other open tab, titled "English Homework."
Fuck, I forgot I had homework.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to read it or not, since the assignment was supposed to be a poem about our first love, or first loss. I heard someone walking through the hallway, so I quickly took a photo of the screen, clocked back to the music, and flew to the counter.
Margot walked in as I causally stood at the counter, sipping my water. She walked over without making eye contact, and stood at the sink for a moment.
She seemed frozen, and I just looked at her, confused. She spun around and took a step at me, getting close. Wonderfully close.
I also took a step forward and touched our chests together. She seemed angry, like she was about to yell at me. Before she could, I pulled her waist forward, grinding my crotch to hers. Her head went right to my shoulder and she breathed deeply, letting me continue.
As we heard pounding up the stairs, she shoved me away and lunged to the sink. The door opened as I was trying to regain balance, scaring me more and causing me to knock over the glass.
"Matty! You broke his glass!" George pointed out.
"Margot, what're you doing?" Adam asked skeptically.
"J-just washing dishes!" She yelled, too enthusiastically.
Adam looked at me, and I felt my face get hot, hoping he wouldn't notice my fucking boner.
