Chapter 48 - King bran

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'Secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide then i thought. Maybe i just wanna be yours'

I wanna be yours
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"Hi" I smile brightly at Bran as he stands in my doorway, backpack in hand. His hair is perfect, as usual, and he is smiling brightly back at me

"Hi" he responds his smile as bright as mine

I make room for him to enter the house and he does allowing me to close the door behind him.

"I have something to show you" I say exactly, gripping onto his hand and holding it as I lead him through the house and up the stairs, I feel his fingers caressing the back of my hand as we walk up.

"There better not be a boy in there" bran scoffs as i stop outside my door "i don't really want to spend the whole sleepover watching you sucking some boys mouth of"

"You jealous" I taunt shoving him softly with a smile spread widely across my face "you think if i get a boyfriend i won't spend as much time with you"

"Im not jealous" he says crossing his arms over his chest "i know you will always put me first"

"Obviously" I laugh, pushing the door open and leading Bran into my room. Sat curled up on my bed is a black cat, her soft purs filling the room as she rises and falls with every breath.

"Ew is that a cat"

"What do you mean ew" i snap turning to bran who just shrugs

"I hate cats"

"Have you ever even met one" i scoff crossing my hands over my chest

"No, but benny doesn't like them so nor do" he states leaning against my wall and dropping his backpack at his side

"Has Benny met a cat?" I ask, cocking my eyebrow and sitting on the bed, letting my hand run through the cat's soft black fur.

"No, but he's a dog so obviously he wont like cats"

Shaking my head with a smile i gesture at the bed to come sit next to me, Bran pulls himself from the wall and joins me on the bed watching as the cat climbs onto my lap

"Whats it called" Bran asks watching it warily

"Taylor you know after Taylor swift" i smile scratching her chin and squinting as her bushy tail swipes across my face tickling my nose ever so softly.

"I expected nothing less" he smiles wrapping his arm around me and letting it rest on my shoulder

"Oi dont shade me, you named your dog Benny after abba" i say turning to look him in the eye blushing softly as i realise how close he is

"True" he laughs back, licking his lips as he stares into my eyes.

This would be a great time to just... lean in and... and oh god his lips are so plump and perfect, i wonder what they would feel like against mine - his breath in my mouth. No - no I can't think of things like that, not about Bran, not about my friend.

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