Be My Friend

Chapter 44: Rose Coloured Boy

"Why did I agree to this?" I whine and bump my forehead against the steering wheel lightly. Three other vehicles parked around me. Two of them belonged to my brother's, I assume. An old beat up truck with mud caking the rims and a fancy black sports car. Each represented both siblings very well.

"Actually you didn't. She gave you no choice." Alex reminds me. I think for a moment and face him deep in thought.

"Damn," I curse and snap my fingers with realization suddenly dawning on me, "oh, she's good. Too good. Right under my nose too! Man, I am so naive, how did I let her do that?" I exclaim in exasperation. I run my hands through my hair and groan. Alex was sitting calming in the passenger seat watching my emotions all unravel. Was he even breathing? I call bullshit. I was more freaked out about meeting my own family than he was.

This morning I was so anxious about this dinner that my stomach was in knots and I spent three hours putting an outfit together. Three hours was very excessive; especially for a dude. All I needed was a pair of skinny jeans and a tee but no, my mind was reeling with 'what if's'. What if everyone made fun of me. What if it wasn't up to my mothers expectations. What if my brothers thought I was too feminine. Wait, scratch that last one. I didn't give a shit about the last one.

After the final hour of indecisiveness, Alex shows up and I begin ranting about my selection of clothing, and after patiently waiting until my rant was over he disappears for a moment and reappears with a pair of matte black skinny jeans with subtle red vine-like sequences near the ankles and a matching black hoodie with a single red rose on the left side of the chest. The relief was immediately lifted off my shoulders and I grumbled about how he was so much more fashionable than I could even imagine.

I mean, the guy could wear a trash bag and still look like a fucking model. He wore a slick black leather jacket that I assume was tailored to fit and the highest quality of leather to be found; of course I wouldn't expect any less of his fantastic tastes, but I would have to keep in mind to take special care of the clothing he gave me. He also wore a pair of black jeans that were a little baggier than my own but didn't fail to make his legs look amazing. Anime legs, I remember Riley commenting.

A black silk neck tie graced the collar of his black button down and all his piercings were in their usual place. The look was topped off with a pair of casual dark brown laced boots that looked a little worn. The only thing that seemed different was his hair wasn't in its usual Mohawk, but slicked back instead.

"What's that design?" I asked and point to the gauges taking up his ears. We make our way to the car and prepare for a two hour drive. They were black and I had to crane my neck to get a look at the red swirls. However when he dipped down some, I realized that they weren't swirls, but were in fact, roses. A blush graced my cheeks. We were matching indeed.

We make our way up the cement steps to the dark wooden stained door and I nearly trip over a pumpkin I didn't see.

"I see where you get your habit of decorating two months early." Alex comments thoughtfully and I laugh. That was true. My eyes rake over the little light up ghosts lining the stone walk-way and the orange and white fairy lights twisted around the wooden railing out front. Two dried out corn stalks were placed on each side of the door and black foam bats stuck themselves on the door.

I take a deep breath and press the little round doorbell and attempt to brace myself.