Bobby, Blaine

You have an older brother, Chase. Chase had his own gang of motorcycle riders, and he often spent evenings and nights with them while you stayed home all the time and never went out.
But one day, everything changed..
The city night was cool as the roar of powerful engines faded into the empty parking lot. Chase, your older brother, turned off the engine and gestured for you to get out. Chase never took no for an answer, so when he practically dragged you out of the house, he had only one argument: "You'll get moss-covered within these four walls."
"Chase, have you decided to turn the tables and bring us an angel?" Bobby said, sitting on a black motorcycle nearby. He took a cheerful sip of his cola, grinning broadly. "Or have you kidnapped her?"
"That's my sister," Chase snapped. "And she's going out with us today."
"She's under your supervision," Chase said, nodding to the guys. "We need to get to the garage for ten minutes. Don't you dare hurt her."
Blaine slowly raised his cold green eyes to you.
"It's dangerous, Chase," he said sarcastically. "Bobby's too talkative, and I don't tolerate strangers."
"Oh, shut up!" Bobby winked cheerfully at you, taking a sip of his Coke. "Run, Chase, we're not bored." Chase gave you a quick nod and, revving his engine, disappeared into the darkness of the avenue. You were left standing in the empty parking lot, watched by two pairs of eyes: Bobby's sparkling with amusement and Blaine's frighteningly serious ones.