Chapter 145

    For a few moments my brother's does nothing else but simply stare at the person standing in front of him, like he just can't believe he's here, and then the spontaneous movement begins.

It begins with him grabbing a Chanel jacket and chucking it at Oakley, and the pleasant laughter she releases as it hits her makes me know that she has a hand behind all this. You can always count on her to be the mastermind behind any embarrassing situation for anyone else, and Scott doesn't relent in the nature of things he throws at her.

He throws berets, he throws designer clothing, he throws a collection of bags and shoes that should probably be pricey, but yet he keeps deliberately throwing it at her as she laughs all the while.

She just avoids everything that is thrown at her, but yet you can simply see the delight that is oozing off her In waves. Oakley is enjoying this very much, and it seems only now do I remember that we actually have an international superstar in our midst.

Said international rock star who just stares at us with something of the delighted wonder, or rather stares at my brother with something of the delighted fascination. I still can't help that look that I find in his eyes, that look of pure adoration, the same look that I had worn one for probably four years now as I was with Aron.

Scott is done with his little tantrum at Oakley and I don't think that helps his case. That doesn't help the basic embodiment of attention standing beside him not to find him any cuter.

It makes me groan as I consider the possibility of this. For one it would mean a lot more attention on someone who doesn't like attention at all, and for a moment I'm almost scared for my brother. I'm scared that things will go a lot faster quickly, and then he will also come out heart broken.

"What exactly are you doing here?". I hear his voice come out in something of annoyance, he's trying to hide the excitement in it with something like disgust or offence, but Adrian just clutches his heart comically as he directs a particularly funny look at my brother.

"I'm injured you little bird". I'm guessing that you should leave it to the world's most coveted popstar to find my brother charming enough to call him a little bird. Exactly what sort of a nickname is that?.

Scott simply smiles at him, and gives me something of an awry grin. This seems to bring a particular realisation to mind, a realisation that I've been trying to ignore for some time now but yet has been made ever so clear by this little act of familiarity they share between them.

They know each other. My brother actually met my most favourite pop star, and yet I knew nothing about it. I knew nothing about the fact that my brother knew Adrian, Adrian the pop star, slash supermodel, slash mutil billionaire. My brother had met him and they had become so close, close enough that they're giving each other nicknames, but yet.

I knew nothing about it.