My Brother Comes To Visit (Green Day)

Chapter Eleven

            I woke up the next morning in Damian's arms and smiled to myself.

            “Good morning, sleepy head.” I jumped a little bit and realized Damian was already awake.

            “Good morning. Wait, is it really still morning?” He laughed and nodded.

            “Yep, it is. It's like, 10:00.” I smiled and nodded.

            “That means I have longer to sleep.” I snuggled my head into Damian's chest and he laughed.

            “Nope, sorry Eliza. You gotta get up. I know, I know, sleep is good, and I know I'm just so comfy, but we have to practice one more time before the gig this weekend.” I groaned and reluctantly sat up. “Come on, you have to get up.” Damian poked me in the side and I giggled.

            “Stop it! I just woke up, you're not allowed to make me laugh yet.” He rolled his eyes at me.

            “Okay, I'll make you a deal. As long as you get up, brush your teeth, shower or whatever else you need to do in the bathroom, I'll get an outfit out for you and I'll do your hair.” I smiled and agreed. I got up and did as he instructed. I wouldn't have agreed to this for anyone else, not even Faith, but Damian had great taste in style and he was amazing with hair. He knew how to do nearly anything. And he knew what I liked. He knew more about me than any of the guys in the band, and it was probably because he always took the initiative to find things out. I was close with all the guys, but I was definitely closest with Damian.

            I finished showering in my record time of 5 minutes, brushed my teeth, and towel dried my hair so Damian could do whatever with it. I put some underwear on and went into my room to see if Damian had picked my outfit out yet. He had, once again, upheld his reputation of mixing what I liked with his sense of style to make a great outfit for me. He had picked out my ripped black shorts, a dark purple tank top with white lettering that said 'ignite' in cursive letters, my black Vans, his brown leather buckle bracelet, and my silver chain necklace. A lot of people didn't like his style, but it was perfect for me.

            “Alright, get dressed and I'll get stuff to do your.” I nodded and, once again, did as I was told. As soon as I was finished dressing Damian knocked on my door. I told him to come in and he had about five different things in his hands.

            “i swear, you should have became a hair dresser. You are awesome at this!” He laughed.

            “Thanks, but I like being in the band better. Trying to get rid of me, are you?” He winked at me and I laughed.

            “Totally, because you aren't  the one I begged to lay in bed with me last night.” We both laughed.

            “Yeah, and about that, what was that, exactly?” I felt a light tug on my head and grimaced.