All For You://Jersey Boys

You Wanna Be Exclusive ?

When we get to my room, he immediately runs and throws himself on my bed.
Bryce: So how many boys have slept on this bed ?
Bri: Ummm...
Bryce: The boys don't count.
Bri: Well then I guess none besides you.
Bryce: That's what I thought.
He says with a smirk.
Bri: Shut up. How many girls have you had in your bed ?
Bri: Matter fact, what's your body count ?
I ask genuinely curious.
Bryce: 3
Bri: Deadass ?
I ask for reassurance.
Bryce: Yup, you tryna make it four.
Bri: Nooooooooo
I say pushing him away.
Bryce: When we date-
Bri: Awww that's cute.
I cut him off.
Bryce: Thank you. Anyways, when we date, what do you expect to come out of this ?
He asks as he moves his finger from him to me.
Bri: I guess I want a person who understands my stress. A person who, no matter how much I push away, always manages to come back. Someone who isn't judgmental of all the fucked up shit I've done or will do. What I really want, is someone who won't lie to me. Someone that I can trust to have my heart and protect it at all costs.
Bryce: I like that, but why are talking like if there is more than one boy you're talking too ?
Bri: I don't know if you'll choose someone else over me.
Bryce: I literally cut everyone off for you.
Bri: Yeah, but you never know. You can easily choose any prettier girl over me.
Bryce: But I won't cuz I'm focused on you and only you.
Bri: Whatever you say buddy.
Bryce: You're not talking to anyone else and neither am I, so we're technically not available.
Bri: You wanna be exclusive ?
Bryce: We don't gotta give it a label ?
Bri: If you're in love with me Brycie, just say it.
He chuckles.
Bryce: Shut up.
He throws a pillow at me.

I get off the bed and hold my hand out for him to take.

Bri: Cmon.
Bryce: Where are we going
Bri. Just shut up and follow me.
I walked outside to my studio, where we sat on the piano bench.
Bryce: Ooo, I love hearing you sing.
I started playing.

I sang Butterflies by Queen Naija.

When I was done, he turned my face to him.

Bryce: You look so beautiful when you sing.
I smiled and turned away.
Bryce: You don't got to hide it from me.
Bri: Shut up.
Bryce: Do you write music in here ?
Bri: Yeah. There's a recording studio right there, a dance studio right there, and my instruments right here.
I say as a point.
Bryce: Does your manager make you write music or you just do it when you want ?
Bri: Nah I'll usually do it when I want and have him listen to it to see what I gotta fix.
Bryce: Whats he like ?
Bri: Who Jay ?
Bryce: Yeah.
Bri: Well, he's very good to me. He treats like I'm his daughter. It takes a lot for him to get mad at me, but when he does, it's bad. He does a lot for me, and I love him so much for it. He's basically my dad. I just hate disappointing him.
I say looking down.
Bri: You want some ice cream cuz I want some.
I get up and leave as he follows behind me.

When we get in the house, we get our snacks and sit in the couch.

Bri: What about you ? You just been wanting to know about me.
Bryce: I mean you're more interesting than me.
Bri: Tell me about you're family.
Bryce: I got my mama, love her so much. There's my dad, my older brother, and younger sister.
Bri: Damn so you're the middle child.
He chuckles.
Bryce: Yup.
Bryce: Let me ask you something and don't take it the wrong way.
Bri: What ?
Bryce: Do you think the boys have ever liked you more than friends ?
Bri: Nah, they don't even look at me like that.
Bryce: You sure because there was rumors that Mattia likes you.
Bri: Man fuck Mattia. Either way, I talked to him about it and he said that he didn't like me.
Bryce: mhm
Bri: So you think he liked me ?
Bryce: I don't know, but you guys were very close.
Bri: When he's jealous ?
Bryce: I'm not jealous.
Bri: Ok.

We ended up staying awake for hours talking about random shit. Currently, we're in my room. I'm laying on my bed and he's on the couch bed.

Bryce: Whats your biggest fear ?
Bri: Being alone.
Bryce: Explain.
Bri: My whole life I've always had someone by my side. I'm scared that one day I wont have anybody to talk to or do stupid shit with. I don't know it's weird. I just don't want to end up by myself.
He stayed silent.

I felt him lift the cover over me and get in the bed next to me. I turn around to face him. He scoots closer to my face and looks me in the eyes.

Bryce: Why do you always have to make shit deep ?
Bri: I don't know-
He cuts me off by kissing me.