The Kids From Yesterday

It took way too long to wake Mikey up. I usually had to wake up at six, and he usually woke up at at least twelve-ish. At first he was incredibly irritable, but a good ol' cup of coffee cheered him up. We said goodbye to Mom and took a bus down to the music store. He was very interested about what I had to say about the little slightly run-down store, especially when I mentioned the gorgeous sparkly Mustang bass in the window.

My boss wasn't in today, so i was left responsible for, well... Everything. Which i was okay with. I was pretty responsible for an eighteen-year-old anyways.
When we reachedthe store, Mikey spent the first half hour there admiring the bass in the window. Watching his reaction when the usual group of girls entered the store was wildly entertaining. They all thought he was adorable, and for once, their attention was peeled away from me. They practically interviewed him on anything they could think of. His music taste, his age, everything. And they were right - he was pretty adorable, even for a little brother. He just blushed and stuttered the whole time.

They finally left around midday, after buying a load CDs that Mikey had shown any interest in at all (which they were completely clueless about) and for a while the shop was empty. I put Mikey on "coffee duty" for a free CD, so he went across the street for about ten minutes. While he was away, two guys entered the store. One had a huge afro and looked about my age, and the other must've been 5 foot at most. He looked about Mikey's age, and they both wore black. I watched as they discussed different guitars. The shorter one, I noticed, was particularly interested in a green Epiphone. They were still there when Mikey got back with two coffees, the taller one now admiring an Encore acoustic guitar. Mikey, being as clueless about manners as he usually was, didn't stop staring at them at all while walking up to the counter to hand myy coffee. I wanted to facepalm so bad... The shorter one looked our way for a second and met my gaze for a moment. Weirdly, his dark brown eyes, even from a distance, seemed bright. I looked away quickly embarrassed. He looked over to Mikey, who was still staring, and smiled before turning back to the guitar.

Notes

Hey guys! ^~^ sorry this chapter isnt complete, ive got a really low battery, so I'll try to complete it soon. Sorry i haven't uploaded in a while. A lot of stuffs been going on. Hope you like it:3