My Dad's Band

Hands on Thighs and Burgers

I opened up my eyes to the ceiling of my bedroom. I realized that I was lying down on my bed. Not two seconds later Brooklyn was hovering over me.

"Oh, thanks God," he sighed in relief. "I was about to take you to the hospital."

"What happened?" I asked, my voice strained.

"You passed out when I was tickling you."

"Yeah, I do that," I smiled.

Brooklyn laughed.

"I'm glad you're okay. I'm really sorry. Had I known-"

I cut him off, "You didn't know, just please don't do it again."

"Deal," he nodded. "You should probably get some rest."

"No," I said sitting up and getting off the bed. "I'm fine. We should hang out."

"What do you want to do? You passed out for a good ten minutes. You can't do much."

"We could watch a movie?" I laughed. Did he think I wanted to go cliff diving?

"Oh," he said in realization. "We could do that."

I led him down the hallway, but when we reached the stairs he told me to be extra slow. I felt no pain, and surprisingly I wasn't dizzy and didn't feel fatigue.

I sat down and patted the couch beside me for Brooklyn to sit down. After a pause of hesitation he sat himself beside me. I threw the purple fuzzy blanket that Calum had mad at his knitting class over the both of us.

"Thank you," Brooklyn smiled.

I reached for the remote and we decided to watch something on Netflix.

"How about Charlie Saint Cloud?" I suggested.

"Sounds good. I haven't seen it before."

Twenty minutes in and I was in tears. Brooklyn heard my sobs and placed his hand on my knee under the blanket, giving me goosebumps. Although, I don't think he noticed.

People kept dying and I continued to cry.

"Are you sure you want to watch this?" Brooklyn asked after we realized a second character had died.

"Yeah," I laughed through the sniffling. "It's not like any more characters can die."

His hand was still resting on my knee and even though I wanted popcorn, I didn't dare move. I was too comfortable and happy with his hand placement.

A little while later his hand moved up my leg so that it was resting mid-thigh. I pretended that I didn't notice and like I was totally into the movie.

He looked in my direction after he did so to see my reaction. I turned my head and smiled at him.

His eyes were full of something, but I couldn't tell if it was curiosity or happiness.

The sex scene came and things got a little awkward. It was like watching a sex scene with your dad. Were you supposed to watch it or look down at your hands like you weren't watching.

I settled on just watching the T.V. I could feel Brooklyn's uncertainty, too. His hand went really soft on my thigh.

When another person died, the tears came back. But, we kept watching and the movie went on.

The movie got a little happier and by the end all was well. At the end, his hand was still on my thigh.

After the movie Brooklyn and I talked about everything that happened. I yawned mid-conversation.