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Initially, Hayden had been tempted to skip on that Homecoming bullshit altogether, he didn't have a date and felt kind of lame to go there on his own. But then, his older brother, who was the lead singer for a hot punk band, texted him to let him know they were performing.

So far, he had enjoyed the show. He liked music, and his brother's band, dysfunctional, was one of the hottest of the moment. There were many rumors around the band, about the members relationships, about the label they were choosing. But none of that mattered to Hayden, well, not entirely.

The show had ended a few minutes ago and he was milling around, greeting people he barely knew but that was what the event called for. Then, his older brother Asher, joined him with a scowl that had nothing to do with the charming lead singer he'd been a few minutes before upstage.
"Yo, bro, you kicked ass!" Hayden greeted him, already looking for his friend, Hypnos. Who was the band leader and played guitar. Wherever Ash went, Hypnos was never far away.
"Like always." Asher snorted, his eyes narrowed and fixed on a point.

Hayden followed his brother's gaze, understanding shinning in his lighter ones as he saw what his brother was grumpy about. Hypnos was leaning over a pretty girl from senior year, one of the popular ones, no doubt unleashing his charm in order to score a... date? Whatever. But even if Hypnos was oblivious to it, it was plain clear to Hayden that Asher had the hots for his best friend, not that Hayden blamed him, the guy was smoking hot.
"You're gonna have to tell him sometime, bro, or he'll keep trying to fuck any skirt that prances his way."
"Shut it, kiddo."

Hayden laughed it off, set on distracting his brother for the night. Because, that was what brothers did, right? Aside from giving each other shit, of course.