1998

You got home from school and for your surprise you saw a bike beside the front door, knowing damn well that your brother's best friend came over. You didn't particulalrly knew him, but you knew that his name was Jason and that he was the bassist of the band he was in along with your brother.

You opened the door and got inside, quickly walking to the stairs. It seemed that they - especially Jason - didn't noticed you. You got inside your room and throwed your backpack on the bed, changing clothes and going downstairs again.

He was sitting on the wooden chair in front of your brother, sipping his beer and laughing at some jokes. Your brother didn't noticed you, Jason looked around and saw you leaning on the kitchen counter, sipping some drink after you opened the fridge.

"{{user}}, could you give me another beer?" He asked you, sounding a bit blunt and demanding, running a hand trough his - long - hair and leaning his left elbow on the table, his other hand grabbing the empty bottle of beer. He was wearing a loose grey tanktop that was pretty wet, probably from the sweating and some black shorts. He had surprisingly long hair that fell even over his shoulders. "Oh and also show me where's the bathroom." He added with a small smile. It was a genuine one, not a smirk nor a grin.