The entire next day is nothing but wondering. You lay on your bed staring at ceiling thinking about everything under the sun and more. One moment you're thrilled and excited and the next you're scared shitless, but every thought you have leads you right back to the same question: What will your next encounter with Bro be like?
Bro has always been a confident dude, and he obviously does not question himself ever, because over the next few days he flirts with you like crazy. You'll be in the kitchen reaching for something in the top cabinet and suddenly his hands are on our waist and he's whispering in your ear about how cute you are. Or when you're sitting on the futon watching some Indie documentary and he sits down next to you, and by next to you you mean right fucking next to you, and puts his arm around your shoulders and you rest your hand on his thigh because it just feels right to play along. It's just a bunch of dumb little shit and you have no idea where you stand with him because he sure is acting like you're his boyfriend or something. One night at like three in the morning you're making beats and hear a knock at your door, why the hell is Bro knocking at your door at three in the fucking morning. "Come in?" You say a bit annoyed. When he walks in you gawk because he's only in his boxers and his hair is messy and his shades are off and wow he's beautiful. "I want you." He says. He wants me, what? Does he means like.. "You want what?" You ask not sure what you're hoping is answer is. "You, now, dude.", he crosses the room and pulls you out of your computer chair to a standing position and before you can protest or even think for the matter his lips are against yours and absolutely nothing matters.