Love of a smexy Step Brother

I am woken up by the smell of him. I can tell his smell from everyone else because he smells like them but with sugar spun honey. But they smell like mint, cotton candy and pepperoni. (wierd combination but it smells good actually)

He is walking in my room as i wake from his scent. He is shirtless!!! OMG!!! OK, So he is my brother, but he is adopted....so its ok, right?

       'Morinin sleepy head'

I throw a pillow at him as he shakes me to 'wake me'. It hits him straight in the face and he groans in pain. My wolf strength is what makes it so painful. 

     'Bitch, dont wake me up for nothin'

     'okokok, just so you know today is the concert'

He makes the last few words with high pitch tone. He doesnt know that i like him....no....that i love him, even my closest friends dont know this. 

      'SHIT IT'S TODAY?!?!?!?!?!?!'

      'Yes its today, how could you forget?'

I forgot!! Today is the concert!! How could i forget?!? I jump out of bed like a ninja and rush to my dresser. I change infront of my brother cause i really could care less about what he sees. At least he is no random stranger. I put on my stick eye-liner(how do people like liquid eye-liner?) very heavily and my eye lashes are so dark i dont even need to put on mascara...hehehe im special....Then i put on my very special pair of socks and converse high-tops, they are colorful zebra print with sparkles on my converse.  People call me scene, yet i USED to cut but i stopped, i dont like most to all people other than my friends, and i listen to music that I like, not them, i was not born to impress others, only myself. But enough with me, THERE'S A BLOOD ON THE DANCEFLOOR CONCERT TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry, im excited, way to excited. But i slip on my converse and prep up my hair straightener, wait for it to heat up. But in the meantime i take some of my makeup and cover my scars on my wrists.

The hair straightener is ready so i straghten my hair and fashon it like i usually do. I really havnt dyed my hair, but when i was younger i dyed it with red sharpie...so now my top layers look like a red/ginger, but when i flip my hair the other way or upside down its solid brown...medium brown. 

           'Are you ready? Hurry up!! Lets go!!'

He is so impatient when it comes to time. I like to call him a 'timefectionist' sometimes. 

              'Alrightalrightalright!!! Lets go!! Good thing you had the money for the tickets'

               'Yep, now get in the car, i dont want to be late'

I get into the car, and buckle my seatbelt, and shut my door carfully. He doesnt like it when you slam the doors of his brand new Mustang, when i say brand new i mean it; the first car made of its model, right out of the machine it was made it.

               'What time is it?'

              '10:12'

              'ok, what time does it start?

              '11:30' 

              'cool, gives us almost 45 minutes, the areana is 10 minutes away so we can go eat real quick if you want...?'

                    'nah im good, we need to get our seats now'

                  'daddy raised you right, buisness and concerts before food'

                    'i guess so'

                                                    *AFTER THE CONCERT*