The Most Unexpected of Nights.

It was a chilly night, unusual for July. It had rained a little, so the grass was dewy and my feet were damp and cold. People milled around the lawn while the band set up their instruments to play. My boyfriend of the time was the lead singer and guitarist of the band Those Less Fortunate. Most of the people I already knew and the others I made a point of meeting. There was a keg strategically placed by the hot tub, interesting planning by the host, I thought. Most people were trying to get drunk, fast. Including my friends, especially Leena.

I chatted with another friend of mine, Paul. A drummer with tattoos, not an obnoxious amount. He was at least two heads taller than I am. I saw some other friends of mine enter the backyard with a boy who looked dramatically like Paul. He was a bit shorter, thinner, with a stoical look about him. He had tanned skin, and an earring, and he was wearing what looked like an ancient Fubu sweatshirt and old jeans. He stood around, averting his eyes, not talking much and smoking a lot of cigarettes. .

"Who is that?" I asked Paul, staring at the boy, trying not to be obvious.

"That's my little brother, Brian." .

I nodded, understanding now why they looked so much alike. Soon after this, my boyfriend's band began to play. I stood in front, in between some of my friends, and cheered and sang a long like a good little girlfriend. Once they finished, my boyfriend seemingly made a beeline to the hot tub room, to join all the half naked girls. Considering I didn't have any interest in that scene, I stayed outside with my friends and mingled amongst all the people. I was a bit angered by the fact that my boyfriend had deserted me, so I decided to finally talk to Brian. .

He was sitting on a bench near the back of the yard, by himself, not talking to anyone and kind of staring off into the distance. I strutted over next to him and plopped myself down.