The Pickup Line

Chapter Six

I'm holding on to many things passed, to anything that's gonna change my memories back. I'm holding on to everyone good, to everything that's ever been the way that it should. I'm holding on to things you said, before you forgot what this love really meant to you. The words that I sent to you now forgotten to you.

How Hard I Try - Filous

- Sawyer -

"What do you mean you've never been drunk?" he asked me astoundingly. We were laying on the floor in the room between Gracie and I's talking. Gracie and I used it as a sort of office and the walk-in closet as a sort of storage room for holiday decorations. We each have a desk on the wall to the left and right of the door, and a huge window that we used as our main source of light when the sun was out with a bench that held our DVD's and CD's.

"No! Have you?" I asked. He was laying on his side with his arm propped up and holding his head. We had been talking about random stuff ever since we got to my apartment, and until right now every topic had been comfortable.

"Well yea. You're the only person I know your age that hasn't been," he told me, a frown on his face. I had only known Brayden for barely two days now and I didn't trust the guy enough to walk down that road.

"Yea well, I've never been one to turn to alcohol," I said. I tried to act like it was no big deal. Like it was just a life choice I had made to not drink at all, when in reality, it wasn't even a choice.

"I have to be the one to get you drunk for your first time," he told me, "That way I can watch over you," he finished.

"Okay, sure," I told him. His gesture was sweet I have to admit, but I left it at that and changed the subject. I didn't need any of my bad past coming to bite me in the ass so soon with him.

We talked more and more. We talked about our favorite TV shows, our favorite ice cream, hell we even talked about our own family troubles. Turns out that Brayden has a little brother named Jamie. Jamie just turned five and they haven't gotten to spend as much time together since Brayden left for college about a year after he was born, but he often leaves on the weekends to go see him. His parents were down right horrible apparently. He didn't go into details on that one.

"What's your favorite movie?" I asked. To me, one of the best ways for me to figure out someone is by their favorite movie and the type of music they listen to.

"Forrest Gump," he told me with a smile. "People hate to watch that movie with me. I can quote almost every single word in it," he said confidently. We weren't really asking questions in an order, just whenever a new one popped up in our heads, we asked.

"What's yours?" he asked me. He pulled my hand away from where it was resting on the carpet and placed it closer to him, watching as he traced my fingers.

"Dirty Dancing," I replied. I was so young when I saw it for the first time, but it stuck with me ever since. He looked up from tracing my hand and smirked at me.