Unexpected Baby For My Brother's Best Friend

I broke the bro code and took my best friend’s sister’s V card.

Now there’s hell to pay.

Rock-n-roll and relationships don’t mix.

I knew my best friend’s sister was trouble, but I wanted a taste anyway.

I shouldn’t be thinking about how her minidress would look crumpled on the floor.

Or how good she’d look on my bed.

Or the feeling of her thighs resting on my shoulders.

But it’s all I can think about.

She’s all I can think about.

One night of bliss may cost me everything.

My best friend, my career, and my carefree future.

But when she tells me I’m going to be her baby’s daddy…

The soft music playing in the background as I write down the lyrics to my new song is my motivation. I always enjoy light upbeat tempo, and the bass guitar sounds. It is why I love The Beatles, regardless of how old-school modern-day rock bands consider them to be. They are my inspiration.

I was in the ninth grade when I first discovered my passion for music. It was also the year I met Lucas for the first time. A perfect guitarist and best wingman. Together, we grew up, made music, and had fun. It’s funny how the best things in life happen when you least expect them. My journey with Lucas has been just that.

We are different in many ways, with music the one thing that makes us connect. But while Lucas enjoys the full life of our popularity and the benefits, I prefer to remain in the comfort of my room and make music.

“Hey D-man, come on.” Speak of the devil.

Glancing beyond the balcony of my suite, I spot him outside, along with his fiancée, Mika Robertson, and our band mates. They are all dressed for the beach and Mika is clinging to his arm, like always, as he is speaking to Chase and Jay.

“Dylan, let’s go,” Lucas calls again, looking up at where I am. “You’ve been in there all day.”

Resigned, I stand up and walk to the balcony so I don’t have to shout. The smile on my face stays wide, but Lucas frowns at me. “You promised to make this trip fun,” he complains.

“Yeah, D. You know what they say about all work no play, right? Get your ass down here and let’s go!” Chase adds.

“Tonight, I promise. I just need to perfect some notes on the demo. Trust me, we’ll rock and roll tonight.” Winking at Mika, I add, “I promise, Mika. I know I owe you.”

“Whatever, D-man.” Jay dismisses me. Turning to the guys, he says, “I can only imagine what, or should I say who he is working on.” Laughing, they turn and walk away. Always the prankster, that Jay. Shaking my head, I go back inside to the comfort of my solitude again.

Relief fills me as I sit on my chair, face the mirror, and begin practicing the lyrics for the demo.

“Late nights … I love the late nights with you.” The sound of my voice, the melody from my guitar, and my foot tapping on the ground bring the melody to light.

Perfecting my music is my life; it is all I can think of doing most of the time. And as much as I enjoy spending time with my friends, and especially hanging out with Lucas, making sure our band is successful is still the number one goal for me.

It’s the only way I can have the platform to help the people who need a voice.

Also, I enjoy the golden silence of being alone. It helps me think … helps me plan.