This surprises me, because I have been doin' stuff--as it were--with his BROTHER.

And FUCK how does this happen? I. Don't. Know. TV, shots, bed, drunk. I remember Luke--the brother I'm in love with--called, multiple times. Eric and me. And I don't know what was finally said when he talked to me.

We were drinking, and smoking, and then Eric and I laid down on his bed. Eric must have answered the phone, and then passed it to me. I don't remember asking to talk to him. I do remember the texts:

Luke: Get sushi with me tonight.
Me: Can't, I made plans.
Luke: You always write back to my crazy ass, I love you.
Me, hours later:...well yeah, that's the polite thing to do, ass hole.

I don't remember the actual conversation. Eric hung up pretty soon. And I don't remember how the first kiss happened. But I do remember looking at his family portrait on the wall. And the next day thinking that this was all nice and everything, but i was wit the wrong brother.

What does this have to do with that rainbow I mentioned earlier?
....Welllllllll. We'll just wait until I get that next gentle reminder. And I'll figure it out, I promise.