A Tale From The Closet (Grant O'Brien Collegehumor fanfiction)

Chapter 3:

  I got home an hour before curfew. Ally  and I walk home and I asked her what she had to do when she left. She took really long because even after the party ended, she was nowhere to be found. I saw her in the music shop we've been in earlier.

  'It was just a friend of mine. She's leaving.'

  'Why?' I ask her

  'It would be weird if I told you the reason.' She mumbled, and sighs, 'I don't wanna talk about it.'

  I didn't, in fact, I didn't say anything else as we were walking past the blinding lamppost lights. We got back to my house and I looked at her. That face, it looked like she was more than sad for a friend leaving. It's like this friend of hers was really something to her.

  'You want me to walk you home first? I think I'll have to tell Grant first, though.' I asked.

  'No, I'm okay. Thanks, Julian, see you later.' She started walking away.

  'W-wait,' I stammered, she looks back and stops, 'Never mind, goodnight, Ally.'

  I got inside and I thank God that the living room is still clean as I left it before I went out with Ally.

  'Grant?' I shouted, no one answers.

  I go upstairs to our room. He's not there, I guess his hangover was quicker than expected. But he isn't out this late. Well, I had other things to do. I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I wasn't growing any facial hair, so I don't shave yet. I didn't look anything like Grant though everyone knew we were brothers. I had wavy black hair, I usually have it long, brown eyes, and tanned skin. Grant was white as a cracker and had short hair.

  'Hey, now!' He shouted as he entered the bathroom, I jumped as I was trying to brush my teeth. I think he was impersonating some actor I haven't hear of.

  'F—k!' I cursed. I knew it was a joke but I got a little irritated, 'Cut it out, man!'

'Well, what if I don't?' He joked, leaning on the doorway, 'Should I shave?', he leans closer to see himself in the mirror, examining his face.

  'You just shaved last week.' I let a chuckle out.

  'I don't like growing a beard, doesn't make me look... attractive.' He answers, then shrugs, 'Nah, I think I'm fine for now.'

  'Woah, Grant!' I exclaimed, 'When did suddenly girls go all over you?' I laughed out.

  Grant sure dated but he put that past behind him. Never dated ever since he broke up with Katie. Now a year later, he goes around being conscious about looking good to girls. This is funny.

  I didn't tell him about the concert I was going to. I don't think he would be interested at all watching nerds perform soft rock on stage. He was into musicals, we could never afford those because those were way out of budget. When it came to bands, we disagreed a lot to which concerts to see. Or we go to those country concerts to hang around with the others, but never have me and Grant properly watched a concert.

  'Why'd you break up with Katie in the first place?' I asked him. I didn't know the real reason for this. All I knew they broke up because of some misunderstanding.

  I was on my bed, laying down while Grant was on his bed, reading Shakespeare for his class. Our beds were two twins with a five feet distance away from each other. The computer desk was between us. He was almost on it everyday, I only had to use it unless I needed to search something up.

Eventually, he spoke up and said, 'It's hard to say exactly. I just wasn't her type, and she wasn't mine as well. I felt awkward, like she wasn't at all my girlfriend. She was a smartass on most occasions but she could sometimes be cute. It's my first serious girlfriend, anything can happen.'