Band Mates
Can Love Come at a price?
I stared at the wall, absently. Castiel has to hate me now! He wouldn't even look me in the eyes. I thought we were friends! I didn't think like this would put a wedge in our relationship. I guess it wasn't that strong at all.
I jumped at the light knocking seeping into my thoughts. My eyes shot to the door as Leigh, my older brother, came in. "Lysander? Can I talk to you?" Confused, I nodded and gestured for him to sit down next to me on the bed. He smiled gentle before obliging. "Lysander, Rosayla, Cashel, and Leonard are coming over for a sleepover."
I groaned at Cashel Rebels' name. Cashel was Castiel's older brother, even if it didn't look like it. If they were sleeping over, that meant that Castiel, Nathaniel McNeil (he is Leonard McNeil's younger brother and he is the student body president), and Rio Taylor (Rosayla's younger brother) would also be sleeping over.
"I'll get out the extra beds and stuff," I told Leigh, who's face broke out into a brillant smile. He threw his arms around me and squeezed me tight before thanking me. "Sorry," Leigh wispeared in my ear like he was sharing a dire secret. "I know you were kinda not talking Castiel but still..."
I cupped my brother's face with both of my hands and rested my forehead on his. "Don't talk like that. You know all I want is for you to be happy and if being with your friends makes you happy, then I'll put up with my band mate and deal with what happened to us." I looked Leigh in his watery eyes before kissing his forehead.
I stood and went to gather the supplies for the sleepover when I felt a slight tug on my sleeve made me stop. I looked at Leigh. He smiled sweetly. "Thanks again." I rolled my eyes before pulling him to his feet. "Let's get the stuff ready, Leigh," I dragged my confused brother out of the room.
An hour later, we heard a knock on the door. I heard Leigh mutter something about getting the door as I began to place the last spare futon. I straightened up just as the door flung open. My eye began to twitch as I realized who it was.
Rosalya Taylor, my homeroom classmate, stood before me, her arms spread out to give me a hug. "No," I said bluntly, walking past her. I noticed that everyone, including Castiel, was already here. I made use of my unoccupided time to greet everyone before Rosalya came running into the room.
"What do you mean 'no', LysBaby," Rosayla questioned making quations around the word, 'no'. "I mean go hug Leigh. He's your boyfriend, right?" I went over to Castiel, Nathaniel, and Rio as I heard Rosayla scoff. As I went to bring the guys over to our side of the house for the weekend, Rosayla stepped in front of me.
"I believe that you haven't given me my hug yet, LysBaby." I rolled my eyes at her remark. As I went to walk past Rosalya, she began to laugh and daggled something in my face. My eyes widened in shock. "Where did you...," I trailed off. She smirked as she pulled the picture away.
"I'll show him, you know? Do what I want for the whole weekend and I'll give you it. Don't and trust me, I'll show him and everyone else this." I swallowed the lump in my throat. Reluctlently, I hugged Rosalya. She hugged me back and held me in place before releasing me.
"Alright guys! Let's go to the garage and listen to LysBaby sing," Rosalya annouced. I almost choked on my own tongue. "Oh hell no!" Rosalya reached into her pocket. I sighed in defeat as I began to lead. I heard Rosayla chuckle behind me.
I went to the mic in the garage as everyone began to sit down on the soft leather chairs that Castiel and I had lugged in here. I smiled to myself inwardly as I looked at Castiel. I snatched the stereo remote off the side table and clicked the stereo to life. A song from, "Cute Is What We Aim For," started playing
"I've got the gift of one liners
And you've got the curse of curves
And with this gift I compose words
And the question that comes forward
Are you perspiring from the irony?
Or sweating to these lyrics?
And this just in, you're a dead fit
But my wit won't allow it
The inside lingo had me at hello
And we go where the money goes
The inside lingo had me at hello
And we go where the money goes
I want someone provocative and talkative
But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower
And from what I've heard with skin you'll win
Her bone structure screams, "Touch her, touch her"
And she's got the curse of curves
So with the combination of my gift with one liners
And my way, my way with words
It seems Im too hip to keep tight lips
And youre on the gossip team
Youre making something out of nothing
And jealousy is the causing, the causing of grief
The inside lingo had me at hello
And we go where the money goes
The inside lingo had me at hello
And we go where the money goes
I want someone provocative and talkative
But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower
And from what I've heard with skin you'll win
Her bone structures screams, Touch her, touch her
And shes got the curse, the curse of
From what I've heard with skin youll win
We all have teeth that can bite underneath
To where the reality grows, yeah, that's where mine go
And that's where mine go
We all have teeth that can bite underneath
To where the reality grows, yeah thats where mine go
The reality grows
From what I've heard with skin you'll win
And from what I've heard with skin you'll win
I want someone provocative and talkative
But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower
And from what I've heard with skin you'll win
Her bone structures screams, Touch her, touch her
And shes got the curse, the curse of
From what I've heard with skin youll win
With skin youll win, skin youll win"
The music ended and I shut off the stereo. Everyone clapped except Castiel. I guess it was too late. He just couldn't accept me being bi-sexual. And the fact that I loved him. This was it. Our relationship was broken and after this weekend, I highly doubted that we talk let alone be able hang out normally again. I didn't know love comes with a price.