teenage years. (oc's; louis partridge, jules leblanc, sofia wylie, etc.)

NOT WHAT YOU PICTURED?

brandons pov

"and this is my house." i said as i let izzie in through the front door.

she hesitantly walked in, looking around curiously. "and what do your parents do again?" she asked while eyeing the fact that we had two staircases.

i closed the door behind me and walked towards her, "my dad owns several car dealerships, and my moms a lawyer."

"huh." she looks stumped, "i didn't know lawyers made this much." she said after i gestured for her to walk upstairs.

we reach the top of the stairs, "well my mom works big cases. those give the big money."

"and more to add to the golden boy chronicles." she says hastily as i lead her to my room.

i stifle a laugh when we reach my door. izzie definitely doesn't hold back. it's become one of the things i like most about her. sometimes it's like she says the first thing that pops in her head.

it's refreshing really, most girls just want you to guess what they are feeling or they make you think the opposite and then are confused when you don't know what's going on in their head. not isabella taylor, if she doesn't like you—it's clear.

she's made it pretty obvious to me, I'll wear her down eventually. we are already on a pathway to friendship, i think—

"what?" im brought back from my thoughts when izzie quirks up an eyebrow. "you're staring at me."

oh fuck. i didn't even realize, "uh yeah, there's something on your sweater." i swiftly lean over and flick off the pretend something, "all gone now." i don't know if she bought that.

we are silent for a moment before she finally speaks, "right.. anyways is this your room?"

she walks in and looks around, spinning on the heals of her shoes.

i step in behind her and sit on my desk chair, "yeah," i stop to check her face, she looks confused. "not what you pictured?" i ask leaning back.

"yes and no." izzie narrowed her eyes before continuing, "sports memorabilia on the walls, the obvious playstation, the hockey gear scattered in the corner, didn't expect the book shelfs—we will circle back to that," i smirk as she goes on before spotting something.

her eyes light up with excitement as she practically runs toward my guitar, "no way! you play?" she looked at me expectantly.

i clear my throat and sit up in my chair, "yeah, for fun sometimes. my dad got it for me freshman year."

"another for the list, brandon yorke: plays guitar." she said in her best espn voice.

it's funny how any time she finds out something else about me, she mocks me like im some huge celebrity or mythical creature.

"can i?" she asked looking at the guitar. i assume she was asking for permission to touch it.

"knock yourself out."

she once again let out the same smile from earlier when i announced food. it's kind of cute how such tiny things excite her.

before i knew it she was sitting on my bed, "okay play something."

i tensed, ive never played for anyone before. i didn't plan on starting today. "nope," i said hoping she wouldn't push any further.