Love Within You

CH. 11

JAN 20th
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It's been 2 days since I kissed Brie, almost kissed Brie.

In my mind I technically kissed her, until Maeve had to interrupt, the things I would've done if she didn't call me.

Holy fucking shit

I lay my head back on the couch and close my eyes to try and stop myself from continuing to think about her in this way, I shouldn't be doing this.

I open my eyes again to see who I just had to stop myself from thinking about, Brie coming down the stairs in her pink plaid pyjama's, it takes me a second before I realize she's still in pyjama's, I look at the clock.

3:46 PM

I look at her again as she starts walking towards the kitchen. "It's a quarter to four Brie, why do you look like that?" she pauses and turns around, "like what?"

"Well, that" I look her up and down, she then looks herself up and down.

"I just woke up and have to deal with hearing your" she stops her sentence midway and starts to think, she puts her hand up so I would wait.

I would wait anyway.

"Wait, I knew this" she grabs her phone and I scrunch my eyebrows, 5 seconds later she grunts in disappointment.

"Your grating voice." All that just for the word grating, "and what exactly is the definition of grating, Mads" she scrunches her nose when she hears her second name, "you are" she replies.

I hold back a smile, "and you have this word written down in your notes or was it just your smart mind thinking of what to say?" I ask and she rolls her eyes.

"Genuinely why do you have to be so annoying Holden." Her voice cracks mid way and then lets out a big yawn and continues her way to the kitchen.

"There's leftovers in the fridge" I yell out.

"Did you make it?" She yells back.

"Yes, Brie, who else." I don't like ordering, waste of money. There's a second of silence before she replies again.

"I'll throw it away then"

Jesus Christ.

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After a while of scrolling through TV channels I stand up and go to see what Brie is up to, I know she doesn't want to see me now, and definitely if she just woke up.

But I pretty much don't care, so annoying her it will be.

I sit down at the kitchen table, across of her and she sighs and lifts up her head slowly to stare at me, I look down at her plate and see the leftovers I made.

"I thought you threw them away?"

"I did. I just" she takes a second, or two, "remade them."

"Sure you did, the girl who can't even cook a simple egg"

"Woman" she corrects me, "get it right, I'll be 21 in 3 months" I forget she's a proper adult sometimes, growing up with Blake I always treated her as if shes a decade younger, its his little sister after all.

"I am so sorry ma'am" I respond and she glares at me, I should stop before she throws the food up my nostrils.

"Why are you here Holden" she says as her mouth is stuffed with food, my favorite thing about her is the fact she doesn't care what she looks like eating when she's around me, I like the face I make her feel like that.