I Won't Give up.

Chapter 11

The picture is the bathing suit that Brendon bought Gianna.

Brendon's POV

"Wait, I don't have a bathing suit." I hear Gianna say. "You packed for tour and you didn't bring a bathing suit?" I ask. "I forgot, I'm sorry. Can we run to the store or something?" She asks. "Of course, baby. Let me get my keys."

As I walk up the stairs, Ryan stops me and tells me that they will all just meet us at the beach. "Okay, Ry, whatever." I say.

"Wait, Bren." He says as he grabs my arm and pulls me back. "What do you want Ryan? I have to go get my keys." I say as I pull my arm away from his grip. I don't even want to look at him right now. I finally found a girl to make me happy and he wants to take her away from me? No. I will not have it. That is bullshit.

"Listen to me, Brendon. Yes. I was checking her out. I admit it, and I'm sorry. Okay? But I know she's yours." He admits. "Oh, cause that makes me so much happier." I yell in his face and march up the stairs.

I grab my keys from the hook and turn around to see Gianna walking into my room. "What was that about, Bren?" She says. "I just don't want to talk to him right now." I explain. "We have to find him a girl. Fast. Before he starts to think it's okay" I say. Trying to make things better.

All she does is nod. "Okay well let's go get you a suit and we will meet them at the beach."

We get in the car and set off to the store. Walmart. The store we went to the first day we met eachother.

When we get in we go straight to the bathing suits. I see a top that I think she'd like and it's all blue and it won't show off her body too much. I know she doesn't like people to see how thin she is, so this one is perfect.

Then I see the bottoms to match which are nice. She drags me to the fitting rooms and I wait until she tries it on.

Gianna's POV

I walk out the door with it on and I stand in front of him. He looks up and I can tell that he was staring at my body. Not in a sexual way, but how skinny I am.

He hesitates to smile and licks his lips before saying "You look beautiful."

I get butterflies in my stomach and tell him that I'll be out in a second.

When I come out he has his back turned to me and I see that he just hung up the phone. When he turns around I ask who it was but it ended up being Spencer. "He just called to tell us they're at the beach." He explains. "I think I'm gonna get this one." I say to him and he just smiles and nods. "Okay let's go pay then." He says happily.

I thought he was upset still because of the Ryan thing, but I don't think it's bothering him anymore.

We finish paying and get in the car to go to the beach. It's about a 10 minute drive. The whole car ride was silent. It was so awkward. 5 minutes before we arrive I finally went to talk but he cut me off.

"Are you still doing it?" He asks. And by this I'm not sure as to what he meant. "What?" I say confused. "Are you still throwing up? Do you think that you aren't beautiful?" He says.

I close my eyes and let out a breath. "Brendon listen." I say but he cuts me off again.

"Gianna I don't want you to do that. You are so beautiful and you have an amazing body. Please stop ruining it. I love you. And I will always try to keep you safe from any harm. And that is harm. What you're doing to yourself is harm. Please stop." He continues.

I can't help but feel horrible now. "Okay, hear me out." I say. "I love you Brendon. And I want you to know that. And I want to say thank you for everything you're doing so far. I know that what I'm doing is harm, but it's hard to stop. But I also know when enough is enough. All my life I got bullied because I was the fat, ugly girl with a fucked up family. I thought bulimia would make everything better. I thought it would make me feel better to know that I wasn't a fat slob that sat around all day. And now, I don't care what people think but once you start, it's an addiction. It's so hard to stop. Now listen to me very closely. I am not going anywhere. I don't want to lose you and I will do whatever I can to make sure we are happy. Okay?" I explain to him slowly.

He's looking at the road and pulling into the beach. When we find our parking spot he turns to me, looks me straight in the eye, and kisses me. This kiss was so powerful. It wasn't like our other kisses. This one was different.

When we pulled away he laid his forehead up against mine and just looked deep into my eyes, as I did his. He leaned back in his seat, took a deep breath in, and stopped the car. "Are you ready?" He asks. "Yep."
We get out and walk towards the water where everyone is. They are laughing and having a good time. Everyone except Ryan. What is up with this guy. Can't he ever just be happy? I haven't seen him smile since I met him.

The whole time at the beach was a blast. We splashed around in the water, made sand castles, and I even got a bit of a tan.

"Okay, guys. They close at 9, its 8:20 now so lets start to pack up?" Dallon says. Him and Avrielle have gotten pretty serious.

As we started packing up, Brendon comes over to me and asks if I had a good time. "Yeah, babe. I had a blast. What about you?" I ask. "It was fun. Ryan was busier checking out other girls and was too busy to be watching you, so I was pretty happy." He laughs. "Okay, you dork. Let's get out of here."