A Brayden Fanfic

PART 1

Okay, so if you're reading this, my friend on twitter, Syndy, (( started the fanfic. We were talking about Brayden, and showing pretty hot pictures of him. (Don't ask.) She started it, then I said I'd finish it. Anything in bold Syndy wrote.

Have fun.

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You're doing your makeup. Brayden walks in, pushes you against the wall and tells you you are perfect. Suddenly he leans in. And BAM

He kisses you.

After he kisses you, he takes your makeup bag. Puts it in a hiding place and won't show you where it is. You complain but he tells you you are flawless with no makeup. And you have to accept it while he stands there hugging you tight but not tight enough to hurt you.

"Brayden," you say. "Why are you doing this? I'm not that special."

He slowly pulls back. He stares at you with deep brown eyes, smile lines etching his skin, a smile creeping up on his lips. He looks you in the eyes, an intense, hungry look you've never seen before. He must have just taken a shower, his hair sparkles in the sunlight from the small window next to you.

You start to notice everything about him, the faint freckles on his face, his lips, his eyes, his hair, everything. You can't help it. You start to understand the hunger in his eyes, the want, the need to have him. The small space between you two is too far.

The smile comes out. He softly touches your face, tracing your cheekbones, to your neck, down to your collarbone. He traces his thumb softly along the scar that traces your hairline, running his fingers through your hair. He holds your head with both hands touching your jawbone with his thumb.

He finally speaks. "You deserve it. You've gone through too much for someone your age. Don't you think that you should be able to escape?"

You look down at your feet. It is true. You have been through a lot. In two years your older brother, and mother died in a shooting, and you had to live with your abusive dad. You were bullied. You got depressed, and almost attempted suicide. Then, a month ago, Brayden moved in next door.

And now you were here, standing in a bathroom, sharing body heat. He was so close, you could feel his breath, his heartbeat, everything. Your light blue eyes begin to sparkle with tears. You throw his arms him, tears coming out. He holds you closer, kissing you along the side of your face. Nothing else matters at that moment, you just want to be closer to him. You run your fingers through his hair, along the smile lines near his eyes. He kisses you squarely on the lips, hungrily. You kiss him back, harder this time. You close your eyes, wanting to slip away from everything, just you and him, nothing else. He traces your collarbone, going to your shoulders, down to holding your hands. He places your hands on his hips, firmly, making sure they would stay. He then took his hands and placed them on your neck, right under your head.

"Stay," he said, "with me. You're all I've ever wanted, all I've ever needed. Please."

You look in his eyes again. There is a sadness behind his eyes, but hope too. He looks at you like he is broken, and you are the only one that can fix him.

You close the gap.