Our Story So Far

Chapter 6

"Come in!" I called from the couch, too lazy to answer the door myself. I sat up to see a familiar mop of blonde hair strolling through the door.

"Hey, you ready to get that coffee?" Les asked leaning against the doorway.

"Ugh yes, I'm exhausted." I groaned, still tired from my run. And all the hours I spent in the studio after. I walked out of the arena with Les at my side who led me to a black convertible. He opened the door for me and I hopped in, grateful to be traveling in a car and not by foot. Upon arriving at Starbucks we ordered our drinks and got to chatting.

"So, owing you a drink isn't the only reason why I asked you here." Les said shaking his coffee.

"It's not?" I asked. I've got to admit, I'm slightly confused.

"The guys and I are throwing a party tonight because a bunch of our friends are playing in nearby shows. I'd really like it if you guys would come too, it's going to be up in our room after the show." I tried to contain my enthusiasm. Their room, aka the penthouse. Sweet. Not to mention this would be my first Hollywood party. Hmmm, let me think about it... UH YES.

"Who's going?" I asked trying to remain chill. Whatever names he says don't even matter, I'm so there already.

"A bunch of bands that we're pretty good friends with. Uh let's see, The Rogue- you know them?" Les said racking his brain. Do I know them?! More like I was obsessed with them for the last few years. "And Britannica... a bunch of other people. You guys'll fit right in." Les grinned at me.

"Sure, we'll be there." I smiled up from my Caramel Macchiato. And then a small detail managed to deflate my excitement. "Is your brother going to be there?" I asked with a monotonous voice.

Les didn't have to say anything- his eyes told the whole story.

"Yeah... But the place is going to be packed, you won't even have to talk to him for five seconds." Les promised, but I still wasn't convinced. Even though he apologized earlier today, we still weren't on good terms. He apologized for the whole "slut comment", but he failed to say anything about the sudden shift in attitude. I mean before he knew that I was his opening act he was all over me.

"Fine. But don't be insulted if I leave early, I just can't stand Roman." I huffed, playing with the plastic green straw in my drink to avoid looking Les directly in the eye.

"He's usually not like this." Les ran his hand through his hair. I've noticed that he does that a lot- running his fingers through his hair when he seems flustered. It was kind of cute actually. "Especially with girls. Usually when there's a girl around he's usually-"

"All over them?" I guessed. Les nodded his head.

"Exactly."

"Well he was all over me." I admitted. I saw Les knit his brows, obviously confused. I mentally smacked myself- Les wasn't there when I met Roman for the first time. "I met Roman when I was on my way back from dance rehearsals with Cassandra." I told him. "He was actually really nice and seemed like a normal guy who was trying to pick me up." When I filled in all the details Les leaned back in his chair still confused.

"So you're saying that he walked you to your dressing room assuming that you were some sort of Confession groupie,"

"Yep."

"And he liked you, but when he found out you were actually in the band he didn't like you?" Les seemed even more confused on the last part. I guess we're on the same page then. I thought to myself. "That's kind of..."

"Messed up? Weird?" I filled in.

"All of the above. I don't even know what to say- my brother's a weird kid." Les shrugged. I laughed out loud. You've got that right.