Oh my God. Oh. My God! Dave almost kissed me oh my fucking God! If Bro hadn't busted out onto balcony when he had, Dave would have undoubtedly kissed me on the mouth.
Why did it make me mad that we got interrupted? But I was still slightly happy that he kissed me on the forehead. But damn did I want him to kiss me on the mouth!
It would have been my first real kiss. I was always too busy with school to have a relationship. I only ever kissed a boy when I was middle school because we were daring each other to do things and that was mine.
And that was just a peck on the lips and an awkward silence in which I blushed like cray. He'd chased Bro into the living room and tackled him to the floor.
Dave has told me about their whole strifing thing they did, so I wasn't too shocked. "Hey, tell your dad to wear a dark shirt unless he wants stains." Dave said from the floor. I nodded and went to where I assumed Dad was in the guest room.
I knocked lightly and waited for an answer. "Yes?" I heard his answer and opened the door, popping my head into the room.
"Hey Dad. Dave says you should change into a dark shirt unless you want stains." He blinked at me for a second but reached into his bag and pulled out a black button up shirt and started to change.
He left his tie off and a few buttons undone near his neck. When he turned to me, rolling up the sleeves of the shirt, I felt an odd pull at my heart.
Like this, he looked really young. Like he could be my older brother and not my dad. I smiled and told him as much before I said what I'd been thinking earlier. "I think Bro has a crush on you." I smiled at him and left the room, heading back to the still strifing brothers in the living room.
Just as Dad came into the living room, Bro flipped Dave and trapped him in a choke hold. "Okay that is enough!" Dad said, pulling Bro off of Dave, who stood up.
His face was a mask of pure shock and I realized that he didn't know about the whole strife thing. Bro just barely moved Dad away before Dave tackled him back to the ground.
It was really interesting to watch, honestly. Dave wrestled Bro to the floor and pinned him, neither of them breaking a sweat. And to see the muscles through Dave's oddly long sleeved shirt move and strain against the fabric, well, it was somethind else. Something strangely exciting.
Dad came to stand by me as the brothers finished. "What exactly happened just now?" He asked me softly as Davee pulled Bro to his feet. I grinned at him.
"Who's ready for dinner?" Bro said and Dave grabbed my hand, pulling me over to the elevator before I could answer Dad's question. As we all pile into the elevator again, Bro is standing closer to Dad, who was...blushing?
And Dave was still holding my hand, something I didn't miss or mind. It actually made me more comfortable with Bro flirting with Dad. When we got to the main floor, it was even more packed with girls who were screaming and touching Bro and Dave, who, again, ignored it and kept walking.
The mob seemed to move with us, which made me very nervous. Why were these girls all over Dave and Bro?! I looked at Dave, trying to ask him, but he just smiled softly at me and squeezed y hand. When we reached the parking garage, security stopped the girls thankfully.
Dad asked what was on my mind. "What was all that?" He asked, clearly frazzled as Bro and Dave helped us into the truck again, easier this time. Dave lifted me by my waist as Bro just gave Dad a leg up again.
They climbed into the front and took a different way then how we'd came in earlier. There were no girls this time, which was mice. "Well, long story short, we're a little famous?" Dave said, looking back at me.
"F-famous?!" Dad and I gasped at the same time.