Cameraman, Swing the Focus

Chapter 6

Brendon studied the guy for a few seconds, and when he couldn't even get him to make eye contact, he shrugged and moved on. The crowd was undulating around him, and he got pushed from side to side as he tried to navigate it. By the time he found the tall guy again, Nicole was already there, standing on her toes to kiss him.

Brendon swore as she caught his eye and grinned at him, quickly ditching the guy and heading over. "I guess he wasn't any good if you didn't stick around." Brendon knew he sounded petty because of the loss, but he was still feeling a little off after his run in with that strange guy in the crowd.

"God no, he was garbage." Nicole made a show of wiping her mouth off on her sleeve. "Alright, now that I have a laundry slave secured, how about we actually find people to hook up with?"

Brendon nodded on autopilot. "Yeah, let's do it." He grabbed her hand and spun her around as they forced their way onto the dance floor. They instinctively started dancing in that way they'd perfected. It was meant to be sexy, not necessarily fun, but they also had to walk the fine line of not looking like they were too into each other. They'd spent many a night dancing together, and they'd gotten it down to an art form. Before the first song had ended, a man came and cut in, asking if he could dance with Brendon.

The guy was fine looking, but not really his type. When he shook his head with an apologetic look on his face, the guy instantly turned to Nicole and offered again. Brendon had to hold back from scoffing when she pulled a curtsy and accepted.

There was a group of girls dancing together nearby, and he easily joined in with them. Girls tended to like his easygoing, flamboyant attitude. He danced with them for a while before deciding they'd all deemed him unfuckable, and he left to go back to the table where the others still were.

"Tough break, dude." Mike patted him on the back while Spencer shook his head with disappointment written all over it.

"Which part?" Brendon asked, wondering how much they'd seen.

Jon laughed. "All of it." They laughed again as he lowered his forehead to rest on the table.

"I think I'm just going to go. Can I crash at your place?" he asked Spencer and Jon.

"Why?" Spencer asked.

"Nicole called dibs, and it seems like she's got a better chance of making use of our place anyway." They nodded in agreement, and he felt more than a little annoyed.

"Sure thing." Spencer started feeling around in his pockets for a key, but Brendon waved it away, producing the copy of it he still had from when he'd stayed with them for a few weeks. Spencer narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything. Brendon was pretty sure he'd be hearing about it later.

"You guys are staying?" They all shrugged, seeming indifferent.

Jon answered for them, "Yeah, probably just for a little longer."

Brendon nodded. "Okay, see you later then. Thanks for coming out, guys."

Dan clapped him on the shoulder. "Always worth it to see you strike out."

Brendon went to Spencer's house alone. To go back to your previous choice, go to chapter 3.

To restart the story, go to chapter 1.