“Yep,” I replied. “How about next weekend?”
“Next weekend?” Brent repeated. “That’s so far off… What about tonight?”
“Uh… I actually have plans with Megan for tonight,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t give me too much grief about it. I was not in the mood, and I had a feeling my patience would give way at some point during this conversation.
“With Megan?” he said, with a groan. “Seriously?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Geez…you’ve seen her a lot lately, haven’t you?”
“Shouldn’t you be happy that I’m spending time with your sister?” I asked.
“Sure, sure whatever,” Brent replied. “I’m just saying, you don’t need to spend all your free time with her. You need some good old guys’ time.”
“Uh, to be honest… I have better conversations with Megan than I do with the boys.”
“Fuck off.”
“I’m being serious.”
“Dude, it sou
nds like she’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”
“Better hers than yours.”
“Fine then,” Brent replied, and he sounded a little huffy now. “Next week.”
“Yep.” I nodded, glad that he was letting this go.
“Where should we go?” he asked.
“There’s a new pub not far from your place,” I suggested. “We could chill out there after work.”
I was hoping he would agree to that so I could cut out a little early and meet Megan afterwards. I had no doubt that some hot girl would distract Brent and he would abandon me for her, which I was actually counting on.
“Ugh, a pub sounds kind of chill…”
“That’s the point—”
“I want to do something fun!” Brent said. “Something exciting.”
I frowned. “We’ll decide on the night, okay?”
“Fine,” he agreed.
“Okay, I gotta go. I’ll probably see you tonight, though.”
“Why… Oh… Megan,” Brent said darkly.
“Are you seriously jealous of your own sister?” I asked, only partly amused.
“I’m just saying, dude…you need to sort out your priorities.”
Rolling my eyes, I hung up on Brent and got dressed. I did a few chores around the apartment, something I’d been neglecting for weeks, and then I started getting ready for my date with Megan. It was a little early to be leaving already, but I figured the earlier I left, the more time I’d get with her.
Brent was the one who opened the door for me when I got there, looking like he was in a bit of a mood. “Oh, it’s you,” he said, walking back towards his spot on the couch.