Razzmatazz | Brallon

Chapter Two: Snapchat

Hey! Thank you to the couple people who enjoyed chapter one! I'm having a lot of fun writing this so far :) 

you know you're going to have to pay me back for those smoothies...

I've stared at this message for an unhealthy amount of time. It's quite a few hours later and Ryan went home around dinner time. I'm sitting in my bed alone with only a sliver of streetlight peering into my otherwise dark room. I still don't know how, or when to respond to this text. Do I reply now? Do I wait until tomorrow? Is it too late to reply at this point? I stare blankly up at my ceiling as thoughts race through my head, creating noise in my previously quiet mind.

I peer over to the nightstand on the left of me; the alarm clock reads 2:43 AM. Shit. How is it already that late? I can't text him back in the middle of the night, that's creepy and to be honest, really desperate.

Oh well.

I quickly exit out of Instagram and open up iMessages, clicking on Brendon's name at the top of the screen.

hmm.. what do you have in mind?

I hope that reply was okay. I don't really talk to guys. I've never had a boyfriend and I'm really new to this stuff, so I'm not sure what to do in this situation. I wish Ryan was here to help me, he knows all about this kind of thing. I could Facetime him but that bitch goes to bed way too early and I don't feel like waking him up just for my boy problems.

I don't understand how I'm eighteen and have never had a boyfriend, I feel like I'm behind everybody else.

Nervous about what I sent, I click off my phone, set it on the pillow next to my head, and pull my blue comforter over my body which is only covered by my gray boxer briefs. Right when I begin to doze off, my phone flashes and I sit back up, hoping it's who I think it is.

2 FOR 6 MIX AND MATCH BURGERS, ONLY VALID THROUGH OCTOBER 10TH. STOP BY AND GRAB YOURS TODAY!

Why the actual fuck is Burger King emailing me at two in the morning?

I flip over angrily, pulling the covers over myself again, this time so they completely cover my face, hoping to block out any other light produced by uncalled for spam emails.

After a couple minutes of feverish tossing and turning, I grow impatient and open my phone back up, the blue light stinging my sunken, tired eyes. I begin scrolling through Pinterest when a notification slides down from the top of my screen and this time I really, really hope it's Brendon.

It is.

stop by tomorrow and maybe i'll show you ;)

Oh my god. Okay, so he's inviting me back to Tropical Smoothie again? To pay for my smoothies? I don't have the money for this but oh Lord do I want to see his face again.

Actually, I really want to see his face right now.

okay! maybe i will haha. heyyy random question, do you have snapchat?

Ugh, that sounds dorky. God Dallon, get it together. He responds again surprisingly quick, like he was sitting on his phone waiting for my response, just like I'm doing with him.

lmao yeah, brendonurie00

I click out of iMessages and tap on the yellow Snapchat icon to the top left of my phone. Guiding my thumbs across the screen, I carefully type in his username and tap the plus sign next to it. Brendon immediately adds me back.

His snap score is 502,492? Jesus fuck maybe I'm not the only one he's talking to.

Making the first move, Brendon sends me a picture of himself lying in his bed, much like I'm doing, and he also doesn't have a shirt on. Sadly I can't see much except for his shoulders and his face, but I'm delighted to look at what I can. His hair is messy and damp like he just took a shower and hasn't brushed it yet, and he's wearing glasses. Simple ones with dark brown circular frames that slightly reflect from the flash of his camera. He seems like a softer version of the guy I talked to at Tropical Smoothie, and I really like this side of him.

I can see more of his tattoos now and it's revealed that he also has piano keys on the side of his arm. I wonder how old he is if he's gotten this many tattoos.

I reach down to palm myself through my boxers, a couple light moans escaping from my mouth, the selfie still pulled up on my screen. Just the sight of this man is enough to turn me on right now, and I just met him today. I've never felt this way over someone before, especially someone I know nothing about.

He's so cute I just want to make out with his fucking face but I can't.

I send him a similar picture back, with the covers pulled over my chest, trying not to expose too much of myself, partially from self esteem issues. I'm tall and skinny I guess, but I don't like showing off my body; it makes me uncomfortable.

I still don't know how he feels about me or what's even happening between us, so I don't tell him what I'm thinking right now.

Brendon doesn't respond back right away, most likely because it's getting late and I guess he has to work tomorrow. I shut off my phone once and for all and go to sleep, giddy over the fact that I get to wake up and talk to him again in eight hours. 

Okay this chapter was super short and shitty, I'm sorry - but it gets good in chapters 3/4 I promise! This part was solely included as a transition between days.