A Different Set of Events

Chapter Six

Angus and I spent the whole plane ride together. We'd get smirks from anyone in the band who saw us but Angus told me to ignore them. They must know something's up.

"What are your hobbies?" Angus asked.

"Uh writing, drawing, bad Minton, singing-"

"You can sing?" he asked wide eyed.

"My mom says I can, but she hasn't officially heard me yet so she doesn't really know."

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you come to Australia in the first place? Not that I don't- I mean, we don't want you here it's just that-"

"It's fine," I smiled. "I guess I just wanted to get away for a bit." Angus nodded.

"What's your favorite band?"

"The Beatles." He put a hand over his heart and gasped.

"Not AC/DC?" he asked pretending to be offended.

"No, not yet anyway." We both laughed and Angus took a drink of his coffee.

"Hmm. Favorite drink."

"Milk."

"Mine too. Chocolate, white, or..."

"Both. Not that strawberry stuff though."

"Chocolate's the best," Angus said.

"What are you talking about?" Phil came over to us.

"Just our favorite things," I answered. Angus was sitting with his hands in his lap looking at his sneakers.

"Hey Angus. Mal wants to see you," Phil told him. Angus stood up.

"I'll be right back," he whispered to me and followed Phil out.

Angus followed Phil until they reached Malcolm sitting in one of the seats. "Hey. Have a seat here Ang."

"What's this about?" Angus asked.

"Oh nothing."

"Nothing?" Malcolm shrugged.

"I don't have anything to tell you, but if you've got something to tell us..." Angus stood up.

"What's this about Mal?" he asked crossing his arms. Malcolm stood up next to him.

"We know your secret Angus, don't pretend there's nothing to hide."

"I don't have any fucking secret Mal! I'm not doing anything different than I normally do."

"Bullshit."

"Angus, you've been acting weird ever since Hannah came," Bon said.

"No I haven't."

"So you don't like her?" Malcolm asked.

"No."

"You wouldn't mind if, I don't know. I asked her out?" Angus frowned.

"No I wouldn't."

"I have your permission?"

"You don't need it." Malcolm smiled.

"Okay then." He walked by Angus and headed toward Hannah's seat.

"You're wasting your time Mal!" Angus called out to him. "Bloody hell."

I played with my thumbs as Malcolm came over to me. "Hey Malcolm. What's going on up there?"

"Nothin'. Just guys being- well, guys," he laughed. He sat down where Angus sat. "Anyway I wanted to ask you something."