Liam stared at the door Brody had left slightly open and willed it to close.
It didn’t.
Damn it. He didn’t want to go to a concert, not even a small show by a local band. He didn’t want to do anything that involved moving from his bed, and he sure as hell didn’t want to tag along with Brody, who’d only find a girl and say they were going to head back to the house, if that was okay with Liam, and of course it would be. He’d end up alone. Again.
Maybe he won’t find tickets, Liam hoped.
It was almost five—maybe all the shows around town would be sold out. Maybe Brody would come back with his little boy pout and say, I’m sorry, Liam. There’s nothing playing nearby, or all seats are taken. Do you want to just order pizza and watch a few films? Willy Wonka’s on TBS at nine.
Even that wo
