I don't think that passenger seat

Has ever looked this good to me

He tells me about his night

I count the colours in his eyes

I shuddered as I pulled my coat around me and tried to ignore the pounding rain bouncing off the pavement, soaking my hair and making my makeup run. It was all my idiot brother's fault really. He promised that he'd pick me up from my work experience at a radio station about a mile and a half away from his flat, and what did he do? Get pissed after some secret gig. He was in no fit state to drive when I called him angrily demanding where he was, and I didn't pick up any money for a taxi or even a bus when I left the house because I didn't think I'd need it.

Pulling my baseball cap down over my face in the vain hope that it might actually do some good and stop me from getting soaked, I kept walking, trying to ignore the car that was slowing down beside me. I wasn't about to stop walking for it, it was probably some right weirdo or something. They always are.

"Jen!" I thought I heard my name, but maybe I was imagining it. Glancing up, the car had pulled up beside me and the driver was leaning over to roll down the window. Stopping for a moment, I heard my name being called again, and I looked up at the driver. My heart stopped when I saw him. It was my big brother's bandmate and object of my affections, Tom.

"Get in!" He called, and obediently, I opened the passenger side door, and to be honest, I don't think that I've ever been so relieved to sit in a car before.

"Thanks." I said as I pulled the door shut, and he smiled at me.

"Couldn't have you walking back in the cold, you're freezing!" He replied, turning up the heater and starting the car up again. "Have a good time at the radio station?" He asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, it was great. There's so much to learn though!" I exclaimed, and he nodded as he concentrated on the road ahead of him. "I'm looking forward to this week though."

"Good." He mumbled.

"How was your night?" I asked, trying to change the subject, and I saw him smile slightly.

"Great, it was such a small intimate gig, only fifty people there. There were some hot girls there too." He added, and I felt my heart ache a little, but I tried not to show it. "Though none as fit as you". He replied, and I felt myself blush, but I turned my head towards the window. He didn't mean it, I mean, he had a girlfriend, however much of a slut she was, he wasn't interested in me, he just flirted with every available girl. It's weird, it was usually Danny and Harry that had the reputations, but behind closed doors, it was Tom who was the biggest man-whore in the band. No wonder, though. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes. I studied them then, counted how many shades of brown were there. They were so deep I could fall right into them.

"Danny's made up the spare room for you."

"You mean he actually did something before he got drunk?" I asked sullenly. I was still pissed at him. I mean, how the hell could he forget about picking me up? That was my brother though, had the memory of a sieve…

"Home sweet home." Tom woke me from my thoughts, and I looked up to see the house looming before us. "Hope you brought some party clothes…" He said as he pulled out his mobile.

"No, why?" I asked, and he nodded towards the house as he spoke into his mobile.

"Hey can you give us a hand with this booze? By the way I've found your sister and she's pissed at you." He smiled and I started to get out the car.

"Just go straight in, Danny will help me with this stuff." He covered the mouthpiece with his hand and getting out the car, I wandered into the house, passing my beloved brother on the way in.