Who wants a romance o/o? (OPEN)

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"Oh, okay." She looked around the neighborhood as they walked.

"We're the one up there, at the end of the street. We tried to get one just a bit separated from the other's, so as not to bug anyone with, y'know, the music."

"Yeah," she said, looking up at him.

He was smiling happily, a slight bounce to his step that grew as they neared the house. Music could be heard faintly from inside the house.

Laura tried to calm herself down. New people… But I love music! But you're going to make yourself look like an idiot. Dammit, Laura!

The front door was thrown open suddenly as a guy who looked like a carbon copy of Nicky from a distance stumbled out, waving at the two of them. "You guys gotta get in here and listen to this riff! It's insane."

Laura's heart began to pound. She tried not to look as nervous as she felt.

Aaron disappeared back into the house, and Nicky excitedly pulled Laura inside.

Laura stumbled the first couple steps at the sudden movement but regained herself just as they entered the house.

"You can take your shoes off if you want, just toss 'em over there." He removed his arm to point at a corner in the entry way, the only one that didn't have shoes scattered every where. The music was louder now, and one could pick out the guitar riff Aaron had been talking about.

She slid off her Converse and put them down by the door. "O-Okay."

"They're in the basement now. You ready, or do you need a second?"

"I'm good," she said, the music reaching her ears loudly from where she stood. She could only imagine how much louder it sounded in the basement.

"Perfect." Nicky grabbed her hand and tugged her along, through a hallway lined with photos, and down the stairs. The loud music didn't bother him at all, and he shoved open the door almost eagerly.

The music hit Laura like a wave. It would've nearly knocked her over if she hadn't been holding Nicky's hand.

Nicky had described the band members pretty well, as they all looked exactly as one would have pictured, and a woman who looked a lot like Aaron and him sat on one of the speakers, watching the drummer with a fond smile. Nicky leaned down to speak in Laura's ear. "The song is almost done. 'Bout a minute left."

She nodded. A minute?!

He led her over to a couch in the corner, sitting on the back of the couch and pulling her down.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the couch beside him.

Once the song ended, Aaron beelined for the couch, shoving Nicky off the back and sitting down next to Laura. "Well hello there."

Laura's heart raced anxiously. "Uh, um, h-hi."

Nicky swore as he stood back up, swatting his brother in the back of the head. "Remember what I said Laura." He sat on her other side, giving her more space than Aaron, and room to scoot away from the guy.
"Laura, huh? Pretty name, pretty girl."

"Th-Thank you," she stammered, inching away from him slightly.

((He too is a dumbass. It runs in the family.
"How long have you and Nicholas been friends?"

(XD)

"W-We met the park," she said, holding her notebook even tighter against her chest.

"So you're the girl my frisbee almost hit. Interesting." He leaned closer, and Nicky rested a hand on Laura's shoulder, raising an eyebrow at her.

She leaned away quickly, her eyes wide.

"Aaron, you're making her uncomfortable." Nicky stated, reaching around Laura to push his brother away. Aaron looked at her, and then at Nicky, before nodding.

Laura looked back at Nicky. "Th-Thank you," she whispered. Her heart was racing a million miles a minute.

"Sure thing. Well, you know him now, sadly, want me to introduce you to the others, or do you need a minute?"