Love Type Thing I1I Damn Sisters

Brandon flickered to me and then back to Ryan. "Alright, fine." He sat back on his cushion, crossing his arms and almost giggling. I faintly became worried about what he was about to say. "I've never had sex."

Novak just shook his head, smiling. "But Meagan's younger!"

Fuck. "Meagan's only..17." Ryan's glare was wiped straight off his face and replaced with a wicked smile. "You heard the man, Meagan."

"Why do you all want to know so bad?" I asked, stalling while I eyed the Jagermeister in the center of the circle.

"The reason isn't important. Stop stalling." Ryan griped, narrowing his eyes.

I had no other choice. I had to tell the truth, I'd already made that promise on the threat of the guys shaving my head when I was sleeping. Though, at the moment that was beginning to look like a better option. With a dramatic sigh and sense of dread in my stomach I reached forward, my hand curling around the neck and bringing the liquid to my lips, gulping it and wincing at the burning in my throat. Even after all this time, I still cannot take alcohol easily. Bam blushed, averting his eyes, which in itself is fucking weird. I expected a lot of gasping and reprimanding that I was too young and blah blah, but instead they all cracked into laughter, Ryan and Jess actually falling backward onto the floor. I waited until they were finished before asking, "Can I just go now?"

"Go right ahead, Meggo the eggo." Jess winked, waving a hand at me.

"Asshole." I sulked, shoving him in the shoulder. He barely swayed to the side. "I've.." I grinned. Fine, if Jess wanted to tease me, I'd embarrass the shit out of him. "never thought about someone in the house romantically."

"Oh Ryan!" Novak sighed, clinging around his neck. "I love you!" I don't believe I'll ever really understand Brandon. Ever.

As expected Jess reached for the bottle, taking a swig and setting it back. He was about to speak when out of nowhere an arm dotted with tattoos reached out. I didn't notice it until I saw the heart on his wrist. Bam? Out of the corner of his eye he looked at me, but only for a second, barely even enough time for me to catch the lowering of his eyebrow and softening of his expression before he set the bottle back, giving Jess a look that could kill. What the fuck? If I had been paying a little more attention to him, and I mean really looking at him, I might have noticed the little spark of disappointment in his eyes when I didn't reach forward. I didn't think of any of them that way. At least, I didn't know I did.

"I've never eaten an entire cake myself." Bam offered, his voice was gruff as he waved a hand being nonchalant about it, but instead of indifference, what I heard was a sort of dislodged quiet. As if he'd already stopped playing.

I dreaded having to feel that burning liquid down my throat again. Ryan, myself and Jess were the only ones to drink. Jess smirked, "Hey Bam, remember that one year Mom said she forgot to make your cake?"

"JESS!" He shouted, leaping for him. "I even let you borrow my Superman comic that day!" He began punching Jess in the chest while Jess laughed his head off. It seemed like it was a natural time for the game to be over. Bam finally removed himself from pinning Jess down on the floor and stood. Jess looked over at his brother guiltily. He held the bottle out to him.

"I think you need this the most." He didn't say anymore or make it that clear, but you could tell he was sorry. Bam relaxed his manner towards him, still hostile but a little calmer.

Personally, I put it down to a lover's quarrel.