All because of us

20

Bren POV:

"I haven't been here in so long. Sorry for that down there." Lexie says, embarrassment laced in her voice.

There's no need for embarrassment. Everyone handles their emotions differently especially when they haven't seen family for a long time.

We just got to the room we're staying in, in her parents home in Miami. I was going to have my own to stay in, a guest room that's across the hall but Lexie insisted that we share her room. She doesn't want to be alone and honestly I don't blame her.

"Are you sure they won't care?" I ask her placing my bag next to the nightstand of the bed.

As much as her mother is disrespectful, I don't want to disrespect anyone either. It's not my house.

"Yes." She sighs heavily "even then, I don't care."

I nod my head and sit down on the ginormous bed planted in the middle of the room. I look around waiting to see any photos of Lexie as a child or anything of her childhood and to much of my dismay, there's none. It's as if this room was for guests itself. Like a hotel room. Everything is white, crisp and clean. The furniture is a mahogany color but other than that everything is neutral.

The complete opposite of Lexie. Lexie is vibrant and veracious. Nothing about her is boring or dull. She's fun, colorful and brings all these colors that are lacking—to life.

The only thing you can consider colorful is the muted gold pillows thrown on the bed as decoration.

"Is this your room?" I ask feeling as if I'm in a strangers room.

She walks over laying down next to me staring at the ceiling with a face of void.

"Yeah." She swallows and sniffles. "This is what I grew up with." Shrugging her shoulders then sliding off her vans one by one as they fall onto the marbled floor and bending her knees to her chest as she wraps her arms around her legs.

I lay next to her "this is..." I say at a loss for words.

"Empty." She whispers the one word I was looking for.

All the money in the world and you can still feel empty.

Hey my family is broke, and I still feel empty in my old room. Empty anywhere I go actually.

"I guess we have more in common than I thought." I mutter cracking my knuckles staring at the ceiling along with her.

"Yeah, I guess so."she bumps me with her shoulders and than sits up and turns her body to look down at me as I change my line of vision to look back at her.

"Want me to cut your hair?" She smiles mischievously obviously changing the subject.

"Will I be bald?" I raise my brow "my hair is one of my signature looks, I need my hair." I give her a pointed look. I take off my hat and shuffle my hair.

She rolls her eyes and stands in front of me placing her hands on her hips "you're not going to be bald, I promise." She mumbles words to herself walking into her bathroom no doubt searching for scissors and anything else she may need to cut my hair.

I should have made an appointment prior to this extravagant gala but with basketball, I couldn't.

This can either be the worst thing I've ever let her do to me... or the best.

We shall see.

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Approximately twenty minutes later, I'm sitting in her bathroom on her bench in front of her vanity.