Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{73}

Brendon was always the type to do unplanned romantic gestures. He never really realized that he was doing it. From beating the shit out of a guy who looked at me the wrong way (which, I guess you could say is romantic), to surprising me with a room filled with roses on a day I wouldn't expect any. It still lingered in the back of my head that we had met and were in love before we knew what the future held. Brendon probably knew everything about me or remembered everything about me. He really did change my life and I wish I could do something for him to show him that I really do love him.

The kids were with dad—he wanted to take Clover out birthday shopping (even though her birthday was just a few days ago and he wanted to get the others toys or whatever they wanted so they didn't feel left out). So, Brendon and I finally had a day to ourselves, which was sort of refreshing, but I hated the idea of being away from them for so long. I had all of this free time on my hands until next week or so. I'm excited to go back to Genova, Italy, where mom grew up, for an international interview for Phantom Of The Opera and Kinky Boots is on Broadway right now and the producers asked Brendon to be on for about a week, so both of our schedules were pretty busy. I feared being apart from Brendon and the kids for so long, but I knew I could get through it with Alex by my side.

I changed into a long, dark green skirt with a white tank top tucked in. Before I had kids, I never really dressed this way, but after having two of my own and adopting Daphne, my style had drastically changed from a 22 year od single girl to a mom of 6. Obviously, i'm not a mom of 6, but still, that's how I dressed, "Babe! Where's the remote?!"

I groaned, walking out of the bedroom, rushing down the stairs, "Brendon. If I find the remote, you're getting it thrown at your head."

"Nevermind, I found it!"

I stopped in the entryway of the living room and crossed my arms. He glanced at me, "what?"

I stared at him, then glanced at the t.v., "what are you putting on?"

Brendon finished putting on a song and set the remote down. [I've Had] The Time of my Life, had began playing. I furrowed my eyebrows and Brendon began to dance, clapping his hands to the beat, walking over to the light switch and dimming the lights. He took my hand, alternating my hands forward and backward, "now, I've had--the time of my life. No, I've never felt this way before. Yes, I swear. It's the truth and I owe it all to you."

Brendon sang to me, still dancing with me. He leaned down quickly, turning the t.v up more and grabbing my hand again. I smiled at him and he twirled me around, "just remember, you're the one thing—I can't get enough of.." He sang to me, dipping me down and smothering me in kisses to the point where I was cracking up.

I glanced back at the jingling of Harley's collar and she sat, tilting her head at us—but then she watched us dance terribly. But, I didn't care. My hair was becoming messy and little pieces were sticking to my glossed lips. Brendon never failed to show my what romance really was and he was the first guy to show me that romance isn't dead. I couldn't wipe this goofy smile on my face and it was all because of him.

As we danced together, all I could see were his features. I could only see him, nothing else. They way his eyes glistened whenever he looked at me or spoke about something he was really passionate. The small and light freckles that scattered his face. The way his top front teeth would sometimes show behind his lips. When he danced—he wouldn't care if anyone was watching or if anyone was judging him. Or his voice. It was in between high and low, but majority of the time, it was low with a bit of squeak to it. And his laugh had the same squeak as well. I never really noticed the scruff around his face, due to him growing out somewhat of a beard. The fact that his style has been changing a bit, due to the kids. He had flipped his whole world upside down for me—for me to be happy and I want to repay him. I leaned down, turning the t.v. down. Brendon furrowed his eyebrows and stopped dancing, "what? Why'd you stop the music? We were having fun."