Alex and Jared

Jared

"Alex? Isn't that a boy's name?" I question Andy as I follow him into his pigsty of a room.

"You seem awful interested in her," Andy says wiggling his eyebrows as he shoves his suit on.

"I haven't even met her yet! I haven't even seen a picture! I don't think that will be a problem, though, if Alex looks anything like Sydney," I laugh. Sydney is gorgeous, with her powdery skin, flowing hair and pale blue eyes.

"Are you stealing my girl?"

"Can I?" I joke. "Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"Let me think. Well...uh. No."

"Just tell me what Alex is short for, or whatever," I demand. Andy's sidetracking hasn't worked. I simply want the girl's name.

"I think it's short for... well. I don't really know," Andy hates not knowing things. And when I say hates, I mean has nothing but utter contempt.

"You're hopeless. It's a good thing you've got looks, 'cause well, that's about all you have."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

"Anytime." I observe Andy and look over his suit. "Aren't you supposed to have a flower in your chest pocket?"

"Oh, no," Andy says jumping off of his chair and searching his room. "I had it at the recital dinner last night. I did. Really." Andy insists. He doesn't usually stress about this kind of thing, but right now, he's sweating bullets.

"Looking for this?" I ask, picking up a red rose from under his nightstand.

"You're a horrible brother."