Late Nights.

Ch.12 ~ Romance.

As time went on I almost completely forgot about Tate. As time went on I realised I was no longer reliant on him to be happy. As time went on I almost became completely infatuated with Brandon. As time went on it almost became completely impossible to lie to him. As time went on I realised that with each lie I told him, it saved him from taking one step closer into the darkness. 'It was for his sake.' I would tell myself. It still didn't make me feel any better.
"What are these?" I asked brandon as I picked up crumpled pieces of paper from his bedside floor. His head quickly shot around and his eyes widened in shock. He quickly lunged for the papers in my hand, alas, he was not quick enough. "I can barely read the writing, did you write these?" He struggled to grasp the papers as I kept taking steps further away from him.
"I did and they are none of your business." He grunted as he struggled his way to freedom, escaping his bed and being embraced by the floor. "Give them back!" He exclaimed attempting to push himself back up. I spun around and ran out of his bedroom and down the stairs. "Violet! Just give them back." I was smiling like a maniac as he chased after me for his oh so important papers.
"You'll have to catch me before I ever surrender!" I shouted as I raced down to the basement. I was surrounded in pitch black and complete utter silence as I hid. I sat eagerly, my ears pricking up at the slightest of sounds, trying to slow my breathing as quietly as possible. When I hadn't heard of any sign of Brandon my smile faded to a look of dismay. As I was about ready to retreat the lights flickered on, highlighting the whole room in a bright grey tone. My smile returned at the excitement of this stupid game. A few more minutes passed and I still hadn't heard anything from Brandon. My smile faded and I went to push myself up from my seated position only to be grabbed by a pair of strong hands and have a loud roar erupt through my eardrums causing me to nearly pee myself in surprise. "Holy crap," I exclaimed breathing heavily as I came face to face with Brandon, "don't do that to me dumb ass!" I steadied my breathing, hand on my heart, and stood to my feet with the help of a hysterical Brandon.
"Dude," he spat out as he contained his laughter and wiped his eyes, "that was perfect! I've never seen so much emotion come from you at once." I smiled and chuckled along with him.
"I'm subtle, what can I say?" I shrugged as he walked in front of me to face me. He reached out his hand as if asking for the papers that I forgot sat crumpled in my hand. "These?" I asked, "you couldn't possibly want these, a nobody wrote them." I poked out my tongue and he wrapped his arms around me before I could escape again.
"Papers please." He stated more than asked. I shook my head in denial as he wrapped himself around me and tried to unsuccessfully grasp the papers. By now I was laughing so hard I found it hard to keep the papers out of reach, luckily he didn't notice. "What does a guy have to do to get his own property back around here?" I shrugged calming myself down.
"I don't know," I said with a smirk, "what does he have to do?" With the close proximity and sudden gain in contact our eyes met with ease. Our breaths became one and our heartbeats sinked. Or so I dreamed. It was a living cliche yet with him I didn't give a shit if we were reliving the notebook, as long as I got to spend time with him it didn't really matter. His eyes flicked to my lips in an instant and I let mine do so as well.
"I really want to kiss you right now." He whispered to me as if he didn't want to disrupt the moment.
"Then why haven't you done it already?" As if that were the confirmation he was looking for he made his move. His lips brushed mine in a steady motion before he gently placed a kiss on my lips. He pulled back but only for a second as our lips reconnected and fell into a synced motion. He pulled back slightly and smirked above my lips, looking deeply into my eyes. "Thanks," he said cheekily, "these papers are going somewhere safe." He winked and left me standing there gobsmacked. That sly devil.
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We were walking clumsily through the attic, sifting through the belongings of previous owners of the murder house. "My Mom said to put anything for donation in this box," Brandon said gesturing to a box with 'donation' written on the side, "anything worth money in this box," he said holding onto a box with 'sell' written on the side, "and anything worth keeping in that box." He said pointing to a box with 'keep' written on it. Pretty self explanatory. I nodded and we both started at opposite ends of the mostly tidy room. To think that this room was filled with the belongings of dead people. All of these things were kept and stored even though each owner had died in some way or form. Throughout our hours of cleaning, almost the entire attic had been cleared causing the room to look much bigger than I had ever thought.
"Wow," I said in awe, "this place is huge, what are you going to do with it?" He shrugged.
"Mom will probably stuff it full of her junk like usual. Although I'd love if it were to be a room for me, I mean they get the whole house, two rooms isn't too much to ask for." I nodded as a smile settled across my lips.
"No it's not." I turned around and gently placed the last of my items into the three new boxes. We had already filled at least four of each.
"Hey Vi, look what I found." I spin around to see Brandon intently fondling an older camera. I chuckled,
"Now you can take photos of me! You lucky duck." He laughed.
"It is pretty cool though, am I right?" I nodded as we closed up the remaining boxes and stacked them to the side just as instructed. We headed down from the attic and settled in Brandon's room that used to be mine. It didn't quite look the same, but I didn't mind. It didn't quite smell the same, but I didn't mind. It certainly felt the same, that I definately didn't mind.
By now it was dark out and I presumed it was past 11 o'clock at night I sighed and gestured to the door. "I better go, it's pretty dark out." He looked over at me from behind his shoulder.
"You don't have to." He said, continuing to move things off of his bed and straighten the covers.
"I know I don't but I should, you need your rest." He shrugged.
"I prefer if you stayed but if you really want to go home then you can," little did he know, I already was home. "Just know I'll be here if you ever want to stay." I stood for a minute in thought. I rubbed my elbow and bit my lip as he brushed off his bed and filtered for his pyjamas under the pillow.
"I suppose I'll stay then, if you insist." He chuckled, obviously tired as he located his pyjama pants.
"Do you need something to sleep in?" He asked. I hadn't worn pyjamas in God knows how long. I shrugged. He filtered through his drawers until he pulled out a tee shirt that looked just right for him but oversized for me. "Will this do? I don't own anything frilly." We both chuckled at his joke as I reached out for the shirt.
"This'll do fine thanks." He turned back around and began to take off his shirt revealing his muscular abdomen. I couldn't help but stare. He pulled his shirt over his head and looked over to me, standing there awkwardly not knowing what to do with myself.
"You alright? Is my god like abdomen throwing you off of your game?" I opened my mouth in shock.
"How dare you suggest such a thing, obviously your abdomen is godlike but I am most definitely not off of my game." He chuckled as he turned his shirt in the right way and placed it in his clothing hamper.
"If you don't want to get changed in here you know where the bathroom is." I quickly spun around exiting the room so that I could change into my new pjs. I quickly returned and found Brandon already in his bed, sitting upright as if he were waiting for me. "Took you long enough." I chuckled and placed my clothes on the floor, walking over to his bed and sliding into it beside him. He gestured for me to move closer so I did. I rested my head on his shoulder and he began to brush his hand over my hair gently. We sat there like that for God knows how long, until he spoke. "I'm glad I met you Violet." I smiled softly.
"So you keep saying." I cuddled in closer to his side and he kissed the top of my head. He lifted my chin so that I was looking into his eyes. "Don't ever leave me Vi, please don't." I smiled as my eyes fluttered to his lips and back to his eyes.
"I could never do that to you Brandon, I don't hurt the ones I love." He smiled down at me.
"Neither do I, you'll be safe with me." Our lips interlocked as we both recognised our subtle ways of acknowledging our form of love for each other. Our love that's only developing, yet I know that it's bound to be great.
I fell asleep in his arms that night. The first night of many.