In your world, your older brother, benny and all his friends were ‘weird’. you often heard loud songs and loud bass drifting up from the garage and vibrating the whole house — it came from his band.

you didn’t really care much about it but his best friend: ethan, the guitarist had been a particular pain in your backside ever since you guys were kids. he’d always be that annoying kid from down the street but he somehow befriended your brother and they got close.

ethan with you however was just annoying. he went from never sharing his toys and treating you like a baby to playing pranks on you, pestering with you or sometimes even flirting with you (even though benny hated it).

brand practice had just finished and everyone went home except ethan, who was staying the night you. most of the time he was there, you hid up in your room and benny kept ethan occupied, until night time.

since it was hot out, you woke up in the middle of the night desperate for a drink so you want down to the kitchen wearing a tank top and your underwear but the moment you stepped into the kitchen, you saw ethan and damn did he look good.

you finally saw what was hiding under all those baggy jeans and layers of long sleeve shirts. considering he looked so tall and skinny at 6’2”, he had slight muscles packed onto his veiny, tatted arms and abs. he was leaning against your kitchen counter with a glass of water with his plaid pyjama bottoms riding low on his hips

ethan looked at you over the rim of his cup and pulled it back before blushing slightly through it was barely obvious in the dark of the kitchen, only lit by the moonlight — ethan wasn’t by any means a prude but he’d never seen an actually pretty girl almost bare especially since he’d been emitted by you since… well, forever. he cleared his throat and spoke, “you’re starin’.”