I swear to GOD this happened.

To first understand this, you must first understand Tyler.

Tyler, Older brother of Nathan, is the lord of all things fashionable. I don't know if hes aware of it or if he even tries, but his clothes are always perfect, his hair is ALWAYS gelled so the bangs are pointy and teh back is pettably soft (we know weve done it. we being the girls in the art class). He's quiet, shy, easily embarrased, and rather elusive. Or at least he was in high school. I havent really seen him since.

On this particular day, Sharon and I had gone over to Nathan's house to rouse him from his mid afternoon slumber and harass him into pleasant conversational activities around the living room coffee table.
In the middle of our conversation, a door could be heard opening in the hallway and a rather drowsy Tyler spilled out into the kitchen, on obvious auto pilot to the fridge.
He had just woken up, and it showed. Well worn t-shirt, baggyish pj bottoms, ruffled ungelled hair, glazed over eyes...
We forgot all about the conversation and just sat there staring.
He stopped, hand on fridge, looked our way completly baffled and just sorta stood there for a seconds.
Why are these weird girls staring at me...?
He looked down at himself, realized what he looked like, turned like 30 shades of red and vanished down the hallway again.

When he emerged, he was back to his presentable self. But it was too late. the damage had been done.
We had seen.

and damn was it hott. ^_^