Brothers Bandmate

13

-Brianna's POV-

        Mikey drove Luke and I home after school.  The plan was that Luke and I would work on the poem until we had some kind of idea of what we were writing, then Mikey would drive all of us to the location of their gig.  I never bothered to ask where it is.

        "Okay you work on the...poem thing, and nothing more!  Got it?" Mikey warned us as soon as we walked into the house.

        "You know me, Mikey!  Do you really think I'd do anything, especially with him?" I raised an eyebrow, pointing to Luke who was beside me at the moment.

        "It's not you I'm worried about," Mikey corrected, both of us then turning to Luke.

        He chuckled and shook his head.  "This isn't even the first time we've worked on a poem in her room!" he pointed out, but it didn't change anything.  He let out a breath.  "Look, I don't want to touch little Brie here.  She's...how do I put this in a nice way?  A nerd, geek, teacher's pet, a..."

        "He gets it!"  I cut him off, getting annoyed.

        "Point is, I wouldn't go for her," Luke concluded.

        "Keep it that way!"  Mikey said before walking to get food.

        I lead the way to my room, opening the door and placing my backpack on my bed.  I pulled out the notebook and pencil, sitting on my chair with Luke across from me on the bed like last time we did this.

        "So, love..."  I trailed off, not really sure where to go with it.  I mean, what is love?  I've never really experienced love, and I know Luke hasn't either.  "What's some things that have to do with love?"

        "Well..."

        "And don't you dare say sex," I cut him off, almost reading his thoughts.

        "It is though!  I mean, it's also called "making love"," he defended himself, putting air quotes around "making love" since he obviously didn't do it for that reason.

        "How about something less...extreme," I suggested, not sure how else to put it.

        "Fine," he groaned, throwing his head back.  "How about...kissing?" he looked back at me.

        I bit my lip and looked away, being reminded I've yet to kiss anyone.  "Um...less physical?"

        "Really?  We can't even include a simple kiss?  It's like the first and simplest way to show affection!  There's nothing even inappropriate about it!"

        "I just think there's...more to love than physical things..." I stammered, not easily finding an excuse for my reaction.

        "You're lying," Luke stated plainly.

        I looked back at him and furrowed my eyebrows.  "No I'm not," I denied.  "I honestly believe there's more to love than physical actions."

        He shook his head.  "Not about that part!  I mean, that's not the reason you don't want to write about kissing."

        "How do you know?"  I challenged nervously, biting my lip.

        "Well first of all, you bite your lip when you're nervous," he pointed to my lip which I immediately stopped biting.  Bad habit I guess.  "You also hesitated on your reason, and finally, you weren't looking at me when you spoke."

        "You're not easy to look at, Luke," I lied, rolling my eyes.  Luke was honestly an attractive guy.  From his light blue eyes to his dimpled smile, he was easy on the eye.  Of course I'd never admit that to him as he'd think I had a thing for him.  Brook already thought I did, I didn't need anyone else thinking so as well.