Running Towards A Place

Only The Young

Brandon's POV

Nearly a week has passed since that eventful evening with Eddie. I promised myself I'd give her, and myself some space. We had made it clear how we felt so I didn't want to push things. I figured she'd be busy with her first week at college anyway. So, I decided I'd spend a few days to myself. Improve my mental health and what not. My week had been spent taking hikes, mainly alone, enjoying the solitude and the fresh warm air in my lungs. I also paid a couple of visits to my sisters and their little families. Time with my nieces and nephews always brought me back down to earth and filled my heart with love.

I had managed to write a couple of songs, probably not the best songs but they were something. Now though I began to feel a little deflated, so I allowed myself to think of Eddie. It was a cool Thursday evening, sun drifting towards the hills. I wondered if she would be looking at the same sun but I thought not, she'd probably be busy with her studying or out with new friends. I tried to resist contacting her. After 2 attempts to resist, I gave in.

Hey, how's school going? Fancy a chat?

I swallowed hard and slid my phone across the desktop. Distracting myself by tidying up my desk, I didn't expect my phone to start ringing almost immediately.
"Hello" I answered shyly.
"Hey, how are you?" She questioned confidently. Her voice was soothing. I sat down on the edge of my desk, savoring her voice.
"Yeah not bad thanks, yourself? Busy?" I replied, crossing my spare arm across my stomach.
"So busy, I like it" she chuckled, sounding so happy. "I've had classes all week, I've not stopped" she added.
"That's good, that's what you pay for" I joked, smiling at my own comment.
"True" She chuckled back at my joke. "How's your week been?"
"Uneventful, just hiked a lot, written some stuff and seen my sisters" I shrugged.
"Sounds cute" she beamed down the phone.
"So how are you finding school? Made any friends your own age yet?" I moved over to sit on my bed, realizing the sturdy desk wasn't so comfortable if we were gonna chat for a while.
"Yeah I've made a few" she began, "I'm actually trying out for the foot- Sorry I mean soccer team" she laughed airily.
"Ooh soccer, I didn't put you down as the sporty kind, I thought you were artsy" I joked, getting comfortable on my bed.
"Never judge a book by its cover" She sassed back, earning a smile from me. We continued to chat away about school and sports for a little while. I told her I used to play baseball and she found it really cute apparently. Then I told her I gave it up when I left high school and instead took up golf, she just laughed at that for some reason. Reluctantly, after an hour of chatting, I let her go. She needed to get some paperwork done for tomorrow and I started to feel fidgety.

Every night that week I hit the pavements for a run. I was becoming increasingly addicted to that exhausting, exhilarating feeling that running creates. I returned ready for a shower and bed. Tomorrow was going to be busier than usual so I needed my beauty sleep. The morning was mine to do some grocery shopping but in the afternoon Ron and I were going to hang out at the studio before a bit of a gathering at his in the evening for a barbecue.

"Hey man, how you doing?" Ronnie greeted me with a warm man hug before we hopped straight back into my truck.
"Good, looking forward to being back in the studio" I rubbed my hands together before restarting the ignition.
"Me too mate" Ronnie responded, clicking his seatbelt as I pulled off.

We played about in the studio for a a little while, just jamming, trying melodies and rhythms out. I loved it when we didn't have deadlines and we could just have fun in the studio rather than feel the pressures.
"So how's the Eddie situation?" Ron quizzed as we took a quick break from making a racket.
"Oh ermm" I awkwardly, stroked a hand through the hair at the base of my head.
"Brandon?" He cocked his head to face me, a perplexed look on his face.
"We're taking things slow" I gulped, tracing my fingers along the edge of my piano.
"Opposed to what?" He pushed, our Ron isn't daft.
"W-well" I began, " I invited her back to mine last week after we spoke about the album cover stuff" I explained, now looking up to Ron who was sat behind his drums still.
"Go on" Ronnie prompted, fiddling excitedly with his drumsticks.
"Well I kissed her" I admitted, feeling like a naughty schoolboy.
"You what? Look at you Casanova" Ronnie joked, his mouth gaping at the news. "How did that go down?!" He asked as I shot him a glare.
"She kissed me back" I shrugged, "it was- it was hot" I smirked, suddenly feeling confident.
"Then what happened?" He pondered, his eyes fixed on mine, mesmerized by the information.
"We both stopped and figured that we should probably take things slow" I shrugged again, sort of looking to Ronnie for approval.
"Fair play" he nodded, that's all I needed to hear. " you seen her since?" He asked.
"Nah, spoke to her last night though" I answered, adjusting my seat.
"Ask her to the barbecue tonight, it'll be nice to see her again" Ronnie suddenly suggested, fiddling with his drumsticks again.
"You reckon?" I queried.
"Yeah, ask her" he smiled reassuringly.