The Brown Eyed Boy

Chapter 10

"Wait, what?" I stuttered, my eyes widening.

"You heard me, Des," Jesse groaned, rubbing his hand up and down his face.

"But why?" I urged.

"Enough with the questions, I want you to meet Andre." he stated, ending the discussion as he held his hand out to help me out of the car.

I took Jesse's hand, on the one condition that I got to glare at him suspiciously; so I did exactly that.

I did hold onto his hand, though, as we made our way down the pathway that lead to the front door. Fishing his keys out of my pocket, Jesse smiled down to me. "You'll love Dre," he reassured me.

Unlocking the door, Jesse yelled "Dre, get your ass down here," and almost instantly, a guy who looked like he was fresh out of university bolted down the stairs.

"Fuck's wrong with you? Do you know what time it is?" he growled, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "I was sleeping, shithead."

Jesse cleared his throat to gain the guy's full attention, and before he could grumble another "what," he noticed me.

"Shit, sorry... hey," he extended his hand out to me, "I'm Andre."

"Desi, meet my older brother, Dre," Jesse repeated.

I took his extended hand and shook it. I didn't have much of a first impression so far, other than the fact that he was an aggravated older brother who was just woken up.

"Desi, call me Dre," Andre-or, Dre-added, releasing my hand as he turned back to face his brother.

"So why exactly did you want to introduce us in the middle of the fucking night, Jesse?" Dre questioned, his polite tone quickly changing back to the previously aggravated one. "Could it really not wait a few hours until a normal hour of the morning?"

"Well, uh," Jesse stumbled over his words as he searched for the right ones to say. "I don't know... honestly, I didn't think this through."

Dre rolled his eyes, then turned back to me once again, his features calming. "So are you his new girlfriend or something?" he questioned, towering over me. To think I thought Jesse was tall; his brother had to be at least 6'2".

"Um... kinda, yeah," I squeaked out of nervousness. I felt Jesse's arm wrap around my waist as he rubbed my back comfortingly. I calmed instantly.

Pulling my small frame to his larger one, he kissed my temple, answering confidently for me: "Yeah, she's my girlfriend." For whatever reason, I blushed instantly, hiding my face in Jesse's shoulder. I couldn't get over the fact that I was his girlfriend. Once I felt as though the redness of my cheeks had died down, my gaze returned to Dre.

"Sweet," Dre grinned. He and Jesse shared the same perfect smile. Their eyes were different, though; Dre had a pair of brilliant green eyes, while Jesse's were light brown.

It was about 3am, and surprisingly, I wasn't tired. Dre was, though. But you can't really blame him. I mean he did just wake up. Just as he turned around from the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in hand, he looked me and Jesse up and down.

Taking a sip of coffee, he directed his attention back to me. "So Desi, what made you lucky enough to be stuck with this asshole?" he smirked, nodding towards Jesse.

"Hahaha, fuck you," Jesse laughed sarcastically.

"Hey, alright," Dre raised his hands in mock surrender, "we'll start with some easier questions." Jesse shuffled uncomfortably on his stool by the kitchen's island, which I was currently sitting atop of.