Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 11

Brandon's POV

"How the fuck can Brandon get a girl within two week and I can't within my entire life?" Dave snarled at Ronnie as I sat under our usual tree with Abby's hand in mine.

"Beats me man, I've been chasing after Cassidy for two years now," Ronnie mumbled.

"That's it," I interjected, "don't chase after them."

"But it's so hard!" Ronnie whined dramatically.

"What? Getting a date or your dick?"

Ronnie smacked his forehead. "Jesus Christ, Brandon-Abby, what do you even see in him?"

I stared at her. "Yeah, what do you see in me?" I smirked.

She began to blush. "I don't know-I mean, I know-but I don't know exactly what."

"Is it my rugged good looks?" I looked at her with a smug expression, stroking my chin.

"Please Brandon, any boy who only has to shave every three months is not 'rugged'," Ronnie scoffed.

I crossed my arms and pouted.

"Right there," Abby blurted, "that face, that face is the cutest thing ever."

"The hell? That childish thing he does-that's what moms and old people fall for!" Dave exclaimed.

"I can't help that I'm cute, David," I sniffed, pointing my nose up in the air.

Dave groaned and picked up his backpack, "I'm leavin' y'all, see ya'."

"Right behind you," Ronnie added.

"Bye, bye!" I exclaimed.

They walked away and I turned back to Abby.

Abby. My girlfriend. My girlfriend.

"Brandon, don't push your friends away just because we're together," she said, "they've been with you longer."

"I won't."

She raised her eyebrows.

"I woooon't."

"Promise?"

I squeezed her hand, "promise."

****

Abby and I managed to sneak out of school during lunch.

"Brandon, I don't want you eating the school's trash lunch, so I brought you some food," she said as we sat on the nearby park's swing set.

I couldn't help but grin like an absolute fool, "Yay! Already the best girlfriend ever," I took the sandwich.

Abby's POV

The way that Brandon's eyes lit up when I gave him a sandwich was one of the cutest things I've ever seen.

"You're an absolute angel, I swear," Brandon spat, mouthful of bread, peanut butter and jelly, "you make fantastic sandwiches."