Wandering Hearts | 18+

29.) He was the Sun, She was the Moon.

"Aim for a
love that reminds you
of the devotion
the sun has to the moon.
Wether she is in fractions
or she is a whole,
he still shrouds his intense light
in the darkness of the night.
To give her the entire sky,
without judgement,
so she can shine in any way
she wants to."

CHAPTER TWENTY~NINE.

I tug on the end of Brysons plain black shirt that's hanging at the middle of my thighs. Why did I tell him this would be okay? I brush my messy hair out of my face and tip toe into the kitchen, it's fairly early and the boys like to sleep in, so they shouldn't be up yet. I wander down the hallway and sneak into the kitchen, I plop two pieces of bread into the toaster.

"Mamacita!"

I spin around on my heels and hold the end of the shirt to my knees. "Shut up you pervert." I glare.

Teddy smirks and licks his lips, "Oh my chica, you are a little feisty today. Damn," he rubs his lips, "I never realized you had such sexy legs."

I roll my eyes, "You're creepy."

"You should show off your legs more often."

"Yeah? Well you are the reason why I don't."

He makes a claw with his hand and swipes at me while growling like a cat.

"Whoa man, cool it. This is getting freaky. Don't think twice about me kicking you in the nuts. Consider this your first and last warning."

Teddy lightly shakes his head, his brown hair falling into his eyes. "Well butter my buns and call me Betty Crocker."

"What?"

He grins, pulling a water bottle out of the fridge, shrugging. "It's an idiom."

"Correction, it's an idiot."

A fake smile plasters onto his face, "Uh-huh."

A sleepy Bryson stumbles into the kitchen, tripping over thin air; he bumps into the wall beside him. "Oh sorry." He apologizes to the wall. A wall, yes you read that right.

Teddy snickers, "I remember my first time walking." He mumbles as he passes by.

I giggle into my hands, "That was a wall you know?"

"What wall?" He asks in all seriousness, rubbing his half opened eyes.

"That wall that you just apologized to." I gesture towards it.

"Oh, that was a wall?" His messy bed hair lays at his eyes, he leans against the counter and scratches his bare chest. "What time is it?"

"Five in the morning."

"Oh wow. Why am I up that early?"

I chuckle and pat his chest, "I'm really not sure bud. You wanna go back to bed?"

"Okay." He chirps softly.

I grab his arm and help him back to bed. Before I have the chance to leave the bedside, he grabs my arm, pulling me on top of him. "Bryson!" I squeal.