Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 9

Abby's POV

"So, did ya' fuck Brandon?" Ronnie asked me as we sat under the usual tree.

"No! Oh my God, Ronald, you can't just ask that!" I spat. "But he did teach me how to make a flower crown."

"Are you serious? He doesn't even want to teach us that-his best friends!"

I shrugged, "I guess I must be special then."

We spotted Brandon walking towards us. "Another week until Mark gets back," he sighed and sat beside me.

"I'm starting to really miss the guy," Dave sighed.

Ronnie coughed, "gay."

Dave rolled his eyes, "says the prick who's literally kissed Brandon on the mouth."

"You've kissed Brandon before?" I laughed at Ronnie.

"It was accident!" He gushed. "I was going to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned around at the last second!"

I laughed harder, "why were you going to kiss him on the cheek in the first place?"

"I dunno, it's just what I do." He noticed that Brandon was equally as embarrassed as him and smirked, "I just can't CONTROL myself around Brandon," he flopped in his lap, "I just love my Brandie-poo so much!"

"Get off!" Brandon grunted, struggling under Ronnie.

Ronnie wrapped his arms around Brandon's neck, "but I love you bee-bee!"

"Go fuck yourself!"

Ronnie grabbed Brandon's face with his left hand, "but my darling, I'd rather fuck you," he lifted his hand up to the sky and whispered, "anal."

Brandon pushed him off, but he was laughing harder than I was. "I gotta go now," he chuckled and picked up his backpack, "see you guys later."

"What the fuck did I just witness?" Dave muttered when Ronnie was gone.

"The love story of the century," I joked. Brandon crossed his arms and pouted at me. "Oh come on now, don't look at me like that, I'm kidding."

He continued to look at me with his grumpy face. I plucked a dandelion from the ground and tickled his nose with it, which caused him to unwillingly giggle.

"Stop it!" He laughed and slapped the dandelion from my hand.

I think his giggle was my favorite part of him. That's why I made the decision to pick the dandelion up and tickle his nose with it again.

"Okay, now I'm uncomfortable," Dave grumbled, "I am out of here."

I don't thing Brandon noticed Dave leaving, he was too busy trying to get me to stop tickling him.

Then he sneezed. It was the most precious sneeze I've ever seen and heard in my life, it was like a little kitten's sneeze. Which is why I couldn't help but blurt out, "Goodness gracious, Brandon Flowers, bless your beautiful face!"

He rubbed his nose with his pointer finger. "My beautiful face?" He giggled.

I blushed, rolling my eyes as sassily as I could, trying to cover up my true feelings. "Face it, Flowers, you're not a bad looking guy."

He put his finger down and cockily raised an eyebrow, "and you're not a bad looking gal, either."

I wanted to scream and jump up and down. "Me? Not bad looking?" I gasped.

He rolled his eyes, "as if you don't know."

I happily sighed and slumped back against him. "I have the Flowers' stamp of approval."