My Dad's Band

Abs and Three A.M Talks

"You're room is right here," Brooklyn said pointing me towards the room with the peeling paint-white door closed.

I turned the door handle and was surprised to see more white. "Wow, lots of white."

"We could go pick up some new paint sometime and I could help you paint it," he offered.

"I might have to take you up on that one," I replied stepping into the room and putting my bag on the bed, which too was all white.

Brooklyn picked up my suitcase, which he had carried up the stairs, and put it on my bed.

"Thank you."

"No problem, especially when you have these guns," he joked, flexing his arms. I laughed at this remark, but he was still shirtless and his toned abs caught my attention more.

"Or such a strong core," I said taking a step towards him and reaching out to touch his six pack.

My fingers had just barely touched above his belly button, when he flinched and took a step back.

"Um. I-I really should..." he started to say.

I retracted my still outstretched hand and snapped both of my hands up to my hair, pretending to fix my ponytail. It was an awkward gesture and I slapped myself mentally.

He was still backing out of my room, but super slowly.

"Yeah..." I said just as slow as his walking pace.

"I should g-go help... your dad. And Calum! Yes I'll help your dad and Calum! Get settled of course," he finally finished and reached the threshold of my door.

He turned and walked out of my view. I sat down and heard him tromping down the stairs.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, bringing my hand up to my forehead, closing my eyes and falling back onto the bed.

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I woke up in the same spot I had fallen asleep. Though, I hadn't even realized that I had fallen asleep. One look out the window told me it was late or really early.

Someone had cleared off my bed and put me underneath the covers, probably my dad.

Lifting the sheets, I decided to find the bathroom. I stepped into the hallway with my phone as a source of light. It was 3:45 a.m.

I decided to check the door at the very end of the hall. I opened the door and hit the home button on my phone for minimal light and turned it around the room. I could vaguely Calum sound asleep.

I closed the door quietly and went to the next door. As soon as I opened it I knew it wasn't the bathroom.

The bed on the opposite wall of the door was disheveled and there was a lamp on at the desk on the far wall. On the desk sat an open laptop screen, in the chair sat Brooklyn with his headphones in. He was wearing some kaki pants, but that was it. He hadn't heard me come in and he was staring at the laptop screen.

I squinted to see what was on the screen, it looked like a Twitter feed. Before I knew it I was hunched over in the threshold of the door, trying to get a better view of the screen.

I suddenly fell over with a yelp as my feet tripped over a shoe. I landed on my back, facing the ceiling. I could feel shoes and clothes underneath me and I heard Brooklyn get up from his chair.

"Indigo?" he said, clearly confused.

He was then standing above me, I had a good view of his belly button and whole chest, yet again.