"Come on, hurry up, guys; otherwise we are going to be late." I rushed my two brothers. We meant to leave twenty minutes ago, but they took ages to get ready. They were always so disorganised. We were going to hit traffic, and later on, they would complain that they missed the beginning of the fight. Josh had finally managed to get a day off, and Patrick had been nagging me about this boxing match since Harry got him the tickets.
"VIP seats? Can you believe it? Harry said that there might be other famous people there," Patrick said, excited, jumping around when we were walking to the car.
"I have no idea. It's the middle of the week. Don't be disappointed when David Beckham doesn't show up." I chuckled.
"So, you guys are dating then?" Josh asked for the fifth time today when Patrick got to the car.
"That is none of your business. Get in; otherwise you will miss the fight," I told him, shaking my head.