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by EnlightenedRose

by EnlightenedRose

The door shut behind me and I felt as if I was trapped. What was I doing here? I knew I didn't belong here, I had only just met Vic and already I was looking to him for support?

Great going Dylan, slutting it up once again!

I could hear my mothers voice playing over and over in my head, as we headed towards the front room where three guys sat, Vic started to introducing them:

"Guys this is Dylan" He interrupts to low hum of the film and nods towards me. I take in the way his hair swayed perfectly with the movement of his head, how his eyes quickly flickered towards me, making me melt a little inside, how his top rode a little up his torso when he ran a hand through his hair, showing about 5 inches of tanned skin before the top concealed it again. He looked at me with anticipation.

"Dylan did you hear what I said?" He chuckled, revealing a perfect set of white teeth. It wasn't the same, flirtaious smile he showed me in the mall. It was sincere and resevered and I felt myself falling a little bit.

"Sorry could you repeat what you said? I got a little... distracted" I could feel myself going hot and the blood rushing to my face.

Vic points to a guy who looked long and gangly draped across the black leather couch with different pillows scattered around him. He was covered head to toe in tattoos, he had them up his neck and on his hands. I couldn't imagine him without tattoos. In his ears were two strechers that strained his ears lobes so much I was scared they could snap. He was wearing a black Diamond Supply top and some black skinny jeans. This tattoo'ed boy was a work of art.

"This is Tony, we tend to call him Turtle; but he plays the guitar in our band." Vic glances again, this time to make sure I was paying attention. He carried on with the introductions.

"This is Jaime, but I think you two have already met" The guy who answered the door looked up at me wiggling his eyebrows and winking. He, too, was draped onto the couch, this time in more of an uncomfortable looking position. His coal black hair stud on end as if he had been electrocuted, his eyes were the same colours as Vic's annd his eyebrows were bushy. Unlike Tony, he had only a sleeve of tattoos, adding colour to his pale appearance.

Lastly he pointed to a boy sitting on his own, cross legged on the floor, staring up at the DVD playing on the T.V. This guy was very tall, you could tell by the way he sat, hunched over and uncomfortable. From the back of him, it looked like he had more tattoos than Jaime but not as many as Tony, his backwards flat peak was black, covering the thin, chocolatey hair that hid underneath.

"And that guy over there, that's Mike, he's my brother" Vic smiled again, this time to himself. You could tell the love he had for all of the guys surrounding me and that made me wonder what it would be like If I was the one causing the smile that was in his eyes.

It was getting close to midnight and I was quickly getting tired. The boys were so fun to be around and I was looking forward to get to know them more. But the thought of getting close enough to Vic that we could date terrified me, the mere thought of being someone's everything crushed me; I would never be able to keep him happy, hell I couldn't keep my brother happy, let alone a boyfriend. My thoughts were interrupted when Jaime screamed at Frozen that was now playing on the T.V.

"Hans you complete and utter fuck face, do you not see that Anna was counting on you" he swore, clearly very attached to the new Disney film, the loud boy stood up, "I'm done! I am so done with this shit, I'm going to bed." He storming into his kitchen, storming back with a glass of water he bid us all goodnight.

"I should probably get off too, I have work in 7 hours and I didn't quite leave things peachy with my brother" I reluctantly said when Jaime had shut his bedroom door.

"Okay sweetie, I'm here if you need me, call me whenever, I'll pick up" Vic walked me to the door, once at the door, I gave him a hug to say thank you for his generous hospitality tonight, when I pulled away, he began shutting his eyes and leaning in, lips parted slightly. I thought about it for a second, the thought of his lips touching mine and the thought of him running his hands through my lavender hair and down my back. But the logical side of me took over and forced me to stop fantasising about playing tongue tonsil tennis with this new beautiful boy.

"Goodnight Vic" I muttered before running out of the door.

"Dylan wait, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push it" he apologised.

"Forget it Vic" slightly pissed at the fact that after only one date (that wasn't much of a date) he was trying to stick his tongue down my throat! Did he not have any respect for women?

I got home at about 1am, sneakily closing the doors and creeping around the house setting my keys down, kicking off my shoes and laying my bag behind the couch. The light flickered on suddenly making me let out a squeal, I clamped my hand over my mouth careful not to wake my brother, but there was really no need.

"Look Dylan, I'm sorry for what I said, it was selfish and stupid and unnecessary. I didn't think you were that depressed that you could do this to yourself! Why didn't you talk to me? You could have talked to me" Joshua rambled, stumbling on his words, tears threatening to run riot on his cheeks. "I don't know what I'd do without you Dylan, I was worried sick when you left, I thought you has gone to..." He couldn't finish sentence, scared that what he was about to say could have been true. "Dylan, I can't live without you" the tears broke through the barrier and came charging down his face like they were going into battle. He fell onto the floor, broken, I had broken him.

"Joshy, hey Joshy, listen to me, I'm not going to leave you okay? I will never leave you" we sat together, on the cold floor, arms wrapped around each, swaying slightly, every now and again a 'Shhh' would come out of my mouth and a sniff would come from his blocked nose. Seeing my brother like I had never seen him before made me want to keep my promise to him. So to make sure I didn't break it, I promised myself. I promised myself to never give up.