I awake to the warmth of soft hbreathing against the back of my neck. The scent of his cologne lingered about my room.
I let out a soft yawn as I feel him pull me closer. I pry my eyes open, glancing around to find the light still on. The sun peaked out behind the blinds in the window, glistening against the posters and drawing displayed along the walls. I kick the blanket to the floor, a soft squeal escapes my lips as i turn onto my back, stretching out across the mattress.
"Babe." I hear Brandon's voice muffled into my neck as his arms wrapped softly around my waist, pulling me even closer.
"Mhm?" I smile softly
"Stop," he pressed his hand to my cheek gently, turning my face towards his, his drowsy hazel eyes met mine "fucking," he leaned in and kissed my lips softly, my eyes flutter shut as I giggle softly against his lips. "Moving." He completed his sentence as he pulled away, still holding me close.
"Or what?" I turn back over to my side.
"Or I'll break up with you." He teased as he pressed his forehead against my shoulder.
"Oh really now?"
"Yep," His voice was soft yet gravelly. "We're over babe." I felt his lips brush against my neck as he slipped his fingers between mine. I let out a soft groan as I shift and nuzzle into his hands, closing my eyes. His presence left me feeling safe as secure. His arms were my one true form of comfort.
"What time is it?" He reached over me, attempting to grab his phone on the floor next to the bed.
"Too early." I yawn while softly poking gently at the palm of his hand.
The morning unraveled into the afternoon. Letting go of me, breaking our embrace, I stand to my feet, slipping on a pair of shorts, I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Insecurities filled my entire judgement. My ponytail from the night before fell lose, and hung low to one side of my neck. My shirt miss buttoned like always. Reaching to open the door, I feel hands grab me by my hips and pull me back. I smiled softly and turn to face him. His hair falling over his eyes, some strands sticking out of place. My arms slowly wrapping around his neck, I stand to my tiptoes. His tall figure hunched over my short self.
"That's cute." He smiled and chuckled to himself.
"What?" My voice grew high pitched in defense.
"You're trying to be tall." He leaned down, and his lips met mine as he kissed me slowly. I giggle and pull away; holding his hands in mine.
"Pfftt. If I really wanted to be I could be a giant." I sounded completely stupid.
"Sure you could, babe." He smiled, opening my bedroom door from behind me. Making our way down the stairs, my palm began to ache. Unsure why my anxious tick decided to kick in, I ignore it and hold his hand tight in mine.
I drag my feet against the hardwood floor, sliding my way over to the fridge, opening it while awkwardly dancing in place. My shirts length fell over my shorts, I'm pretty sure it looked like I had no pants on. I quickly adjusted myself before continuously dancing behind the refrigerator door. I glance over to see Brandon leaning against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his chest. A smirk sprawled out along his face. I blushed and hid my face in the fridge, pretending to look for food.
"Are you gonna just leave your head in there all day?"
"Yep. The fridge loves me. It feeds me daily."
Without any warning I feel his arms wrap softly around my waist, pulling me close to him, his forehead pressed against my shoulder, his voice muffled against my clothing.
"Then maybe I'll just go home if the fridge loves you so much."
"Nuu." my voice grew high pitched and cracked. Coughing quietly, I covered my mouth.
"Well don't die, baby." He kissed my cheek gently and pulled me closer.
"Well." I couldn't think of what to say, so instead I turned to face him and smiled awkwardly.
"You're so perfect." His words caused butterflies in my stomach to flutter. I smile and hold his hands gently in mine.
"Not really, bum."
"Yes you fucking are." He insisted. Knowing the debate wouldn't come to an end any time soon, pulling him closer I smiled. Glancing up towards his eyes; quickly catching focus of the ceiling above him. It wasn't that I didn't want to look at him; that wasn't the case at all. Eye contact was always a struggle for me while growing up. Even after all these years I still have trouble looking someone in the eye.
Hearing a car door slam shut and murmurs in the distance, I drop Brandon's hands from mine as if they were burning to the touch. I shuffle my feet, making my way to the window to find my grandmothers little green shit parked in the gravel covered drive way. She wasn't supposed to be home until Thursday. Noticing that no one else was in the car, I take it she got worried and decided to drive home to check on me. The sound of Belgium's gruff bark caused my heart to pace fast, anxiety boiling in my chest. Turning to find Brandon behind me, I grasp his wrist gently and lead him back upstairs, into my room.
"What am I supposed to do in here?" He questioned me. I began pacing up and down regretting the fact that I didn't think anything through the night before, I picked up his shirt and hoodie that lay still on the floor next to my bed, tossing them over to him. He smiled down at me. He must've found amusement in my panicking.
"Hide in here." I whisper, shoving him into the closet, closing the doors behind me as I step out.
"Oh. I love you too, babe." He teased. Yet some form of aggravation settled in the back of his throat, I could tell. But I had no other choice but to keep him in here.
"Jesus, Sylvia. You could have at least put the eggs away or something?" My grandmothers voice was penetrating. I shuffled down the stairs.
"Yeah. Sorry." The scent of burnt eggs and scorched ham filled my lungs. I guess during my time being distracted, the omelette I attempted to make burned.
"Can't you ever keep the house clean?"
"Jeez, grams. I only forgot one thing," I glance around to find not only the carton of eggs lay on the kitchen counter but also two plates, two glasses and a bag of hash browns. The fact that I was supposed to be the only one home, yet the counter was set for two people caused my left palm to ache. I had definitely set myself up this time.
"Isn't that Brandon's car in the parking lot?" Grandmas voice brought all my attention back to reality. I glance at her, my eyebrows gathering together in mock confusion.
"No," I slide over to the window, and yet my eyes catch glimpse of a black Jeep Wrangler. "Brandon's car is silver."
"Could've sworn it was black."
"I'm pretty sure I could remember what his car looks like."
"So can I, darling." Her voice mocked a pleasant feeling. "I have eyes too."
"Your point?" My frustration was intolerable. My muscles tensed.
"Nothing," she dropped the subject just like that. "Do you want a sandwich?"
"No thanks. I'm really tired, I think I'm gonna go to sleep." Mid sentence I shift and make my way from the kitchen to the stairs.
