Lukas

I was 'good, I guess'?! Okay so I became drunk, I did it with my brother (even though since we're countries, it doesn't matter if we're siblings or not), and then he says that I was 'good, I guess'? He guessed?! I was much better than that.

I rise up from my bed and put on some clothes. It was too early for literally anyone,but Emil, to be awake, and especially after a 'party night'.

To avoid social interaction with my younger brother, I sat down by my computer to check my e-mails. But my thoughts weren't really there. They were wandering away to different questions.

Did this mean that we were together? Why didn't I remember it? Had we talked about being together? Should I just assume that we were? Are we together?

After a while I stopped reading e-mails (which were mostly from my boss) and went down to eat something for breakfast.

The kitchen was empty, which meant that Emil was either 1) in his bedroom or 2) in the livingroom (or 3) in the bathroom, but whatever). I made myself a sandwich and walked into the livingroom, finding my brother sitting on the couch, watching some American show he had on a DVD (he was obsessed with that kind of stuff).

Should I just assume that we were together? Do I want that? Uh, yeah, I do.

I seated myself next to my little brother, kind of close, and started eating on my sandwich. He barely looked at me. He didn't look at me. Oh my god, he didn't look at me.

I scooched closer to him, and looked at me for about one second, before changing his focus back to the TV. Oh. My. God. I felt like strangling him.

But I didn't, luckily. Instead I put away the plate which the sandwich had been on, and laid down on his lap.

Finally I got some real attention. Emil's head jerked up as he felt me lay down, and then he looked down at me.

"What do you think you're doing?" he growled, and I could almost guess why he didn't want me there.

"I'm just lying here", I said innocently, fighting the urge to bat with my eyelashes.

"Please don't", he said, looking back at the TV.

"Why not?" I asked, reaching one hand to his hair. I got to play with it for about half a second before he swatted away my hand.

Will he stop playing hard to get?!

After what felt like forever of me sitting there, staring at my little brother, and him looking down uncomfortably at me, I decided to go do something else (yes, please, play hard to get, but not too hard).

I stood up and took my plate. As I was going to leave the room, I turned around and gave Emil a small kiss on his lips.

He didn't kiss me back, but the look on his face made up for that.