I was just sitting there, minding my own business, and Brandon came over and sat on my lap. What the...? "Brandon! Get off you fatboy!" I told him jokingly. He got up, laughing. and sat down next to me.
Do you like Aysh then?
I looked away. I could feel myself blushing. I totally avoided that question. I wasn't sure if I liked Aysh to be honest. Okay, that so wasn't honest. I did, but I didn't want her to find that out. I pretended that I didn't hear him. He put an arm round me and pulled me in to a hug. I avoided his eyes.
I know you can hear me . I think you like her dont you?
Dammit! Was I really that easy to read? Seriously? When did that happen? I used to be the master at lying. Then, he whispered in my ear. "If you like her or don't, I suppose its none of my business, just know that if you need to talk babe, I'm here" He kissed my forehead and walked off to refill his drink. I liked Brandon, he reminded me of Jack. I sat watching everybody floating on the other side of the room. They were dancing in mid air. Meita and Nero both floated back to the ground and head upstairs, and to be honest, I didn't want to know why.Then it occured to me... if BRANDON had noticed, had Aysh noticed too?