Burns

5.

☆☆Brecley:

I sat with my hands on my ruffled hair, trying to figure out what to do with my wild mess of waves. I sighed in defeat as I settled with pulling my hair into a messy bun.

I wore my shirt over my singlet, hating the fact that I was going to sit in a car for another set of seven hours without having my breath freshened. The thought alone had me seething silently because my morning breath was always hideous. I stepped into the bathroom and ran a cup of water so I could gargle it and have a bit of the awful feeling ease up.

I was grateful for the soap that was in the bathroom, it smelled so nice and I had used it to shower earlier. I had found my clothes folded on my bed neatly this morning. I smiled, remembering when Kylo had asked me to hand him my damp clothes last night when I had followed him inside. He washed my clothes and ironed them. How thoughtful of him.

I heard a soft knock on my door and I gently turned, taking long strides towards the door. I opened it and found Kylo standing in front of my door. He was dressed in a gigantic black hoodie, a nose mask and black baggy joggers.

His dark chocolate hair fell over his face in messy short waves. His dull hazel eyes rose from the cell-phone in his hands and he gently tucked it into his pocket before digging into his other pocket to fish out two toothbrushes, handing them over to me. I was genuinely surprised because I wasn't expecting it from him. He didn't have to but he did. Again, so thoughtful.

Smitten much? Probably.

Trying to hide my morning breath, I stuck a hand over my mouth as I said my words of gratitude. He grunted in response and left briefly. I bit my lip, actually peeking my head out to steal a glance at his retreating back. His mesomorphic body type fed my eyes. He was tall and very attractive. But with a mysterious aura. He didn't talk much but when he did, I found chills travelling around my body, making me shiver slightly. His voice brought Noah Centineo to mind-they sounded very alike except Kylo's was huskier.

I smiled to myself and shut my door.

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"Dad, how much farther?" I whined, throwing myself down onto the chair. "I think my ass is getting numb from sitting for so long."

My dad shook his head and focused his eyes on the road. I hated travelling, especially long distances.

Motion sickness plus anxiety is very punishing at times like this.

"Just one more bend and we'd be home." I knew he was right. I could recognize my town. "He's a good kid. Very smart, nice and good looking too, don't you think so?" He chuckled to himself, "reminds me of younger me. His parents must be proud. I bet he handles the garage quite well, his pops' got nothing to worry about. Responsible to the core. Just don't understand what happened to him." I caught him rub his stubble through the rearview mirror.

"What do you mean?" Did Kylo say something personal to him? That would be odd because he didn't seem like a talker. He seemed more like someone who kept to himself.

"He looked injured." He said in an obvious tone. I had asked him a similar question last night but he didn't say anything. Maybe he fell? I didn't want to think too much about it.

I brought up my phone chuckling silently to myself as I remembered that he had plugged in my phone despite how I acted towards him and after what he said.

I straightened my posture as I discovered we were driving up our house. I quickly opened my door and bolted out at the sight of a familiar black car. "Tyler? Ty?" I called out, knowing he was around.

I ran up to the door and just as I was about to knock, the door swung open and I welcomed the sight of my blonde oaf of a brother. His honey brown eyes glistened when he took in my appearance. His lips broke into his famous hearty and contagious smile, "Brec, hey there little human." He roughed my hair up with his big hands. "Where did you go?"

My dad came into sight at the very moment and Tyler extended his hand for a handshake which my dad took and used to yank him into a warm hug. "Son."

"Dad."

Their familiar greeting that I never understood. I glanced down at Tyler's leg that was in a cast, "does it still swell?" I was worried.
"Nah, not as frequently as before. Just occasionally." He winked at me before stepping aside from the door to let us in.

I was glad to be back home to wallow in my comfort. "Oh house, I missed you so." I kissed the couch dramatically which earned me a kick from my brother, "You really want to lose that leg right?" I gave him my famous hardcore glare.

He snorted before grabbing his walking stick and walking away, "you can give it your best shot. I'd just let you know that if that trailer couldn't kill me then, then you're nothing."

I gasped dramatically at him before laughing out loud. I hated it when he got involved in that accident. He looked so awful and I thought he was going to die but look at him now. He was right and I was glad he was right because I'd rather have a big bully who gives snarky responses like his life depended on it than have a dead one. Six months after the accident and he's made quite an outstanding recovery.

"I'd be in my room if you need me but please don't need me." I offered a sarcastic smile before running up the stairs, into my room and banging the door.

I rushed to my bed and carefully through myself on it. It was good to be back to my familiar cream coloured walls and mahogany furniture. A night of not staying home made me appreciate my room more.

I shifted a little before digging out a black beanie which I had taken from Kylo's room before leaving. I giggled to myself as memories of his scent flooded my nose. It was a mixture of Vanilla, lavender and nuts? I had no clue and I couldn't figure it out throughout the night that I had spent in the clothes he had given me due to mine got dampened. His beanie smelled like Vanilla and raspberry, a quick insight of what his shampoo must smell like. I brought the beanie to my nose and sniffed it, loving the scent so much. I know I shouldn't have taken it but when I had gone to his room with the intention of returning the clothes he had borrowed me, it was really irresistible for me.

After knocking and not getting a response, I let myself in and was greeted by his scent and neat room. The beanie was just on his bed, I couldn't help myself from taking it because one sniff and I was hooked. It's not like I stole something huge, it was just a beanie, nothing harmless and besides, I didn't exactly steal it, I took it for keepsake. I felt so guilty and sorry for stealing it from him and I had high doubts that he would notice its absence, I just wanted something to remember him by which was weird as hell but it wasn't anything bad right?

He was like Pandora's box and we all know the story behind it. Just like Pandora was drawn to the mysterious box, I've found myself slowly drawn to him a little. Not only because of his rugged beauty and nature, but his aura too. Last night that I spent sitting with him, talking with him—I was mostly doing the talking, I noticed he was an avid listener but he respected space. He wouldn't listen on something that he wasn't supposed to, only something that he was expected to. He might seem quiet and not attentive and I might have found myself feeling like I was talking to a stone and nearly gave up trying to make small talk with him till I heard his response. It made me feel all warm inside that he was actually listening.

I sighed, not surprised that I was crushing on him. Who wouldn't? Besides people crush on people and mine wasn't any different. I shouldn't feel stupid for it, but yet I did. I figured out I was crushing on him when I sat down to talk with him, despite being attracted to him physically the moment I set my eyes on him.

I glanced at my phone and with a quick gamble, decided that it wouldn't be bad if I tried to search for him on the available social media. I wasn't going to stalk him, I was just going to do a little research on him. It's not wrong right?

Well, too late? Yeah?

I winced at my thoughts, feeling utterly ashamed. He probably doesn't even remember my existence anymore. And I should do same. It was just a 'once' meeting. It would be better if my mind stopped pulling up images of him standing in front of my door looking all dark and mysterious yet sexy and attractive to the core.

I groaned, sure of one thing. I was ruined.