𝑩𝑹𝑨T. ʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇʀ

"RICH RICH!"

"He told me curles were hot and mine were on that list."

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"I see you looking like at me like I'm some kind of freak, get up outta your seat do somethin' I see you looking at me like I got what you need to get up out of the seat, why don't you do something. Duh duh duh." I sanged my tone as I seat in the passenger next to Brian who was driving. I was enjoying myself while he? Well, I don't know what he was doing, when I glanced at brian surely he was bored more so annoyed with my terrible singing and my taste in picking radio music.

"Oh come on! Brian everyone loves Britney spears." I encouraged him as I saw his face was numb with pain of annoyance. I gave him a smile as I continued dancing to the music. "Cmon c'mon, I know you want to join me!" I shrieked as I saw him glance at me but still, he had that hard-on face again. I spin my little over to him as I tried to get him to lighten up it was a struggle because Brian was more focused on the driving and not a silly me that was trying to enjoy myself as we made it to a road trip to my home. He seemed not in the mood.

I reached for the radio to turn down the music and I sat back in my seatbelt. "What did I do?" I asked with a frown. He still couldn't be mad about last night and the whole thing with me almost getting him arrested? Or was he? I reached my hand over to get his attention but it only led to me getting tickled in an attack by his hand.

I giggled as Brian got me to stop touching him. He gave me simply the same energy back when he pressured my tickle senses. A smile rose upon his lips he glanced from the road to me as he was trying his hardest to stay in focus. I marked our hand together on accident when it slipped from trying to tickle me again under my arm. When me and Brian connected hands by the cup holders, He slowly let go and went back into his serious mode. It was a moment a sweet one that gave me butterflies, His hands were very cold but I could only blame the wind for the temperature. Brian who was a little flustered yet serious, rolled up his window it seemed he noticed how cold we were or our hands as a whole when they touched. An upfront smile came over me when he gave me a look, a look of appealing or confused glance to wonder why I was staring the why I did. But could he blame me, I felt butterflies for just a second and he ruined it, the feeling was despairing to come back anytime.

"I'm guessing you're not a fan of Britney?" I asked before anything go quiet or awkward. Brian shrugged before He turned back to the road. "I prefer things that aren't too pop for me."

"Rap music you mean?" I asked knowing the state of his own music taste already.

"Other genres that don't involve that but if it's Rihanna I'm down for a listen." He corrected in a way as I completely assumed. I nodded as I agreed even if I assumed I still felt a little righteous when it came to his after response.