Sweetheart (Brandon The Lover FanFic)

The Drive

SORRY THESE HAVE BEEN SO SHORT!

You walk back to your room and sit on your bed looking up at the ceiling. You can't help but think about how hot he was. His dark hair, his strong neck, his broad shoulders. Everything about him was unique and complimented everything about his body. He knew how to dress, he knew how to talk. its like he knew how to win any girl he wanted to have. ding ding! You elevately check your phone to get a text back from Brandon. it read,

Him: Hey y/n. Are you okay right now?

You: I'm okay! You really made my day

Him: Glad to hear that. Would you want to come over for a drink later? If not that's fine.

You: Of course!! What time are you thinking?

Him: 5:30pm, at my place. I'll pick you up, your not that far hahaha.

You: See you then!!

Wow, is this a date? You don't know but either way Your excited for it. You ran to the shower and started running the water. Letting your hair down and looking in the mirror at yourself and your body. You thought about Brandon and your legs started to wobble a little bit.. No one ever makes me nervous.. so why does he? You walk into the shower and starting running your hands through your hair. You couldn't get your mind off of him though. I can't imagine living with him... He's so hot.. I'd want to fuck him everyday.. shit I need to stop thinking about him but I can't.. I want him. You come back to your senses when you hear loud banging on the door.

"Y/N WHERE WERE YOU ALL MORNING??" you sigh in pure disgust. "I'm 22 mom. I'm allowed to leave when I want too." "WELL I DON'T CARE. YOU LIVE HERE SO WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE SINCE YOUR SOOO GROWN." you start to shout back at her. "FINE. I'LL BE GONE BY SATURDAY MORNING BITCH." your mother walked away from the door and you just finished your shower. Alrightt.. So i need to blow dry and straighten my hair, brush my teeth, and text Brandon. You get the blow dryer when- ding ding!

Brandon: What kind of drinks do you like sweetheart?

You: Ohhh red wine sounds fine to me, also I got into a fight with my mom again just now and I told her I'd be out by Saturday, is that okay?

Brandon: That's at the end of this week, I guess I could but it'll cost you sweetheart.

You: Cost me? Cost me what? What do I need to do?

Brandon: Just the Chores would be fine. Nothing to bad. Just be nice and do what I ask and you'll be fine.

You: I'm fine with that! Anyways I have to get ready soo ttyll!

Brandon: Bye sweetheart.

You start straightening your hair again and look at the time, 4:00. shit! You finish your hair. 4:15. You start brushing your teeth and put on mascara along with your red lipstick. 4:30. You leave the bathroom, heading to your room while picking a black tight dress. Making every part of your body look good. 4:50. You put on your black heels and walk out of your house. Standing at the porch. When you see Brandon pull up. You quickly run inside, grab your purse and spray on perfume. You walk out again and see your door is already open to get into his car. You get in and he looks at you smiling "You ran back in for your purse?" "Shut up!!" you blush and look away from him "I like your perfume. Along with your dress." he put his hand to your side, under the ribs, his warmth makes you blush harder and look at him again, your eye's gliding from his eye's to his lips, back to his eye's.

"Alright. Let's go" He says while looking at the road. You start looking forward as well, not looking back at Brandon to not seem weird.

Y/n "So what do you wanna know about me?"

Brandon "Your age"

Y/n "I'm 22."

Brandon "Cute. I'm 23. I can see why you wanna leave your shitty house"

Y/n "Yeah its been toxic ever since i turned 16."

Brandon smiles. "Well at least you have someone better then your family. What about your friends?"

Y/n "I don't have friends."

Brandon "Your adorable, I don't see why people wouldn't wanna hangout with you."

Y/n "Thank you.." you blush

Brandon "What do you listen too?"

Y/n "Artic Monkeys, MGK, that's really it right now-"

Brandon "I love Artic Monkeys" he puts on 505

You start humming along with the song. You've never been this happy with someone before. "We're here."