“Are you really going to wear that?”

I tilted my head and contemplated the outfit.  Taking a long look into the full-length mirror, I smoothed out the dress with my hands.  It fit all the right places, and flattered my assets.  “What’s wrong with it?” I finally asked, not seeing anything.  The neckline wasn’t that low, and besides the one strap look was all the rage. 

“It’s underwear!”

I rolled my eyes.

Here we go… 

I’m home for one minute and my bother goes all caveman on me.  It was times like these I hated having a brother.  I absolutely, positively, abhorred my brother right now.  He was being such a…boy. 

“It’s called a dress Brent,” I said sarcastically, instinctively ignoring his outburst, and stalking past him in a huff as I moved towards my closet for a pair of shoes. 

“I think I know what a dress is Lana,” Brent contested.  “And that,” he emphasized, “is not a dress.” 

I located a pair of matching heels and slipped them on, “Well apparently Calvin Klein doesn’t share your opinion,” I retorted, adjusting the straps.

“You’re practically naked!”

Oh.  Please.

“It doesn’t cover anything,” Brent continued to rant.  He crossed his arms and looked at me pointedly.  “I think you need to change.”

Whatever.  I swear just because he was older, he thought he could boss me around. 

“Brent, I am not going to change just because you don’t understand fashion,” I said complacently, rifling through my make-up until I found the right shade of lipstick. 

Brent crossed his arms across his chest tighter, “Mom’s gonna make you change Lana,” he argued.

I slipped the lipstick out of its case, applying it, then blotting.  “Mom bought me this dress, genius!”

“Well she wasn’t wearing her glasses that day.   It’s indecent!”

Taking one last glance in the mirror I grabbed my purse, “I told you already.  It’s Calvin Klein,” I corrected before darting out the door.

“Lana you can’t go out like that,” Brent called after me, following me down the steps.  “The guys are going to be there.”

“So what?”

“So you’re my sister!”

I stopped mid-step and spun back around.  “So who cares?”

“Lana, will you please stop giving me shit and go change?”

“No,” I said tartly, making my way back down again.  “I’m already running late.” 

“I am not letting you go out like that in public.”

I swear he takes this whole big brother thing to a whole other level…

“Brent, chill!”  I dug my car keys out of my bag.  “It’s just a dress.”

“It’s not a…Nick, man, help me out here will you!  You’ve got sisters!”

My eyes shot up at the mention of Nick’s name and I visibly tensed. Shit.  I hadn’t realized Nick was still in the house.  My head turned sideways and I instantly found the object of my infatuation propped lazily against the living room doorway. 

“What’s the problem?” he questioned, staring absently at the two of us.

Shit.

Brent waved madly at me.  “Will you please tell Lana that she can’t go to the club dressed like that?”

Cool blue eyes accessed me, starting at my toes before meeting my gaze head on.  I felt my face heat up with his scrutiny. 

“She looks fine to me,” he concluded after a moment.

Thank god for makeup!  I could use blush as an excuse for the pink tinge my face was now sporting. 

“Fuck man!”  I heard Brent whine behind me.  “Don’t encourage her!” 

“Leave her alone Brent.”  Nick straightened up, and glanced past me.  “So we blowin’ this joint or what?”

And just like that I was promptly dismissed. 

Not like I wasn’t used to that. 

Inwardly sighing, I tucked strands of my hair beneath my ear, and twisted towards my brother.  “I’m picking up Hannah.  I’ll see you later,” I stated soundly, not waiting for a protest, or another word from either of them as I brushed past Nick and out the front door.

I swear, even if I were standing in front of him naked, Nick Carter still wouldn’t notice me.

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