KISS ME, bryson stott

001) $2.00 piña colada

— KISS ME

MADISYN

"Thank you." I took the keycard from the receptionist after I told her the room number and who lives in that room. That's all I needed to do, which I considered bad security but whatever.

I press floor 4 and once the elevator dings I head left to apartment 422 which is right at the end of the hall.

Once I reach the door, I hear rap music and I tap my keycard on the black pad. It unlocks so I quietly roll my suitcase in the door with me.

Thankfully, the music drowned out the sounds, but I soon turned around to see a few people staring at me with wide eyes. I recognized the bunch as Brandon's teammates so I put my finger to my lips to silently say to not speak.

I let my eyes trace over each one. All of them were hot. But one in particular caught my blue eyes.

He had brown, fluffy, hair, almost a mullet style, with beautiful hazel eyes.

     He stares at me the same way I'm staring at him but I snap out of my thoughts and remember I'm here to surprise my cousin.

     Brandon is dancing to rap music, his arms flying around and his hips swaying. Definitely not a way I'd be dancing to rap.

     I giggle quietly as I come up from behind Brandon and shake his shoulders. His head snaps around and once he sees me his eyes light up and he hugs me.

     "Madisyn! My favourite cousin!" Brandon yells as he squeezes me as tight as he can. I wrap my arms around his back and I let out a genuine belly laugh.

     "Brandy!" I say, still squeezing him.

     "Hey, don't call me that. That's a girl's name." He finally lets go of me.

     "What's the problem with that? And you call me by my middle name, which I hate, so I think it's even." I cross my arms. Brandon mimics me playfully.

     "Oh come on, Blu, I think it's cute," He rubs my hair with his knuckles. "Someone get Blu a drink while I move her big ass suitcase into the guest room!" Brandon jogs away from the group and I sit at a barstool.

     "What do you want to drink, Madisyn?" Someone asked behind me. I turned the barstool around to face the other direction.

     "What do we have?"

     "Bud Light, Twisted Tea-" The man said as he looked in the cooler.

     "Half and half Twisted Tea please." I smile at the man getting the drink even though his head is focused on the cooler.

"I'm Trea." He says as he passes me my half and half. I accept the handshake and introduce myself as well.

"Madisyn, but just call me Mads or Madi." I smile again.

"Great to meet you. Brandon has talked about you one time I can't remember what it was about though." Trea says.

"It was about when he and Maddy were exploring the woods or something and then she fell into the pond." Another man said, approaching the conversation.

"Oh yeah, and then he said you looked like a wet sewer rat." Trea nodded his head, now remembering the scene. I, on the other hand, shook my head at my cousin's words.

"I'm going to kill that bitch." I mumbled by they all still heard me.

"Woah, let's take a chill pill. I'm Alec, by the way." The same man who reminisced Brandon and I's woods story said. I took his hand and smiled.

"Where's the Bud Light Lime!" Another man yelled from behind the conversation, digging into the cooler.

"That's Bryson. He's usually all tough around girls." Alec said as he watched the man get frustrated.

"You still haven't finished yours!" Trea, obviously the oldest of the bunch, stated. Bryson huffed in anger.

"It's warm so it tastes like a $2.00 piña colada you get on vacation that has two fucking limes on the rim!" He yells. Brandon finally comes out from the hallway to see the commotion.

"Where do you even find that?" Trea asks genuinely. I tried to stop myself from giggling but failed.

"What the fuck is going on?" Brandon basically scolds.

"Bryson's pouting because of his lukewarm Bud Light," Alec informs. Brandon then grabs his "warm" Bud Light, fills a cup of ice, and pours the alcoholic drink into the ice cup.

"There. Pouty Pants." He hands him the cup and sits down at a barstool beside me. Both the boys I was talking to now sit in beanbags but still facing the conversation.

"Thanks," Bryson grabs the cup then focuses his eyes on me and puts his hand out. "I'm Bryson."

"I heard." I let out a small chuckle from his sudden change-up. He smiles at me and walks back to his beanbag.

We continue to chat and catch up. I talk about my career modelling and even maybe getting a promotion.

But even after I'm done speaking, I still feel eyes on me.

I look at Bryson to see him already staring at me with his light, hazel eyes. Once I look at him, he admires me more and tilts his head sideways.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as to why he's tilting his head and he just shrugs, getting my message. I let out a breathy laugh— that thankfully no one heard— and shook my head at his antics.

He just smiles sweetly and focuses back on the conversation.

—

"Thanks for coming guys." Brandon and Alec wave to Trea and Bryson from inside, while they stand outside.

Once I hear that they're leaving, I jog to the door and hug both of them.

"Lovely to meet you, Trea." I hug him around his torso and he does the same. Simply a platonic hug. I turn to Bryson, who's already smirking, and lean for a hug.

"You too, Bryson," I say and he's first to wrap his hands around my waist, which leaves me the only option to hug him around the neck. Also simply a platonic hug. Kinda.

I pull away and head back inside to flop on the couch and watch SportsNet's Plays of the Week. Alec and Brandon follow me soon after and watch the same.

"You a sports fan, Mads?" Alec breaks the silence.

"Yeah, I was forced at every holiday to play catch with Brandon. I even got my own glove to play with him."

"That's why she's my favourite," Brandon added and I looked at him and smiled.

My attention goes back to the screen where I see a second baseman make a sliding dive to retrieve the ball and throw it to first.

"Are you coming to any games this season?" Alec keeps the conversation flowing. I nod.

"Of course, why are you guys drinking in the middle of the season though?"

"We have two days off, can you believe that?" Brandon says, excited. I giggle at his expression.

"Better enjoy it then." I try to keep my heavy eyelids open.

"Obviously." Was the last thing I heard before falling asleep on the leather couch.

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