"BRANDON, GET BACK HERE." you yelled and Brandon laughed hysterically, running down the hall. "Ugh!" you groaned, storming down the hall. Brandon had stolen your phone and you were in the middle of trying to send a text. You barged into the room and saw Brandon laughing as he went through your phone. "Brandon, give me my phone back!" you said, charging up to him as you reached for your phone. "So, your mother calls you Bunny? That's so cute!" he said. "Ugh, can you not?!" you said, blushing light shades of pink. "You're so cute when you get upset." he said. "Brandon, come on!! We may be dating, but it doesn't give you the right to be a jerk!" you said. "(Y/N), you know I would never be a jerk to a girl as beautiful as you." he said. "Don't try and smooth talk me Calvillo, my phone, now!" you said. He laughed and handed your phone back to you. "The least you could have done was say "please".." he said. "Look, today is my only day off from work, can we at least do something nice?" you said. "Depends on what you wanna do.." he said kissing the side of your head. "Brandon, that doesn't mean making out on my living room couch like we have been every day for the past week when I get home from work." you said, pushing him away slightly. "Well, I thought you had been enjoying yourself." he stated. "Brandon, I'm serious, we've been dating for a year now... do you really love me? I know making out is great and all, but when it comes down to it, to you really see us dating for another year?" you asked, sadness filling your words. "Of course I do! I would never leave you! You're the greatest thing that has happened to me... I know we're both still virgins, but making out is the only way I can show how much I care for you.." he said. "I guess it would kill you to be a bit more romantic?" you asked. "Y/N, I'm not a romantic type of guy... plus, we both get so busy, me with my part time job and Vining, and you with your full time job, we just don't get time to ever talk about..us?" he said, sitting down on the couch, you in his lap. "That's exactly it Brandon! We need more time for us! We can hardly call ourselves a couple! I love you, but when it comes down to it, we hardly know anything about one another, and it makes me angry..." you huffed. He hugged you tighter. "I know...how about you and I just stay inside and learn more about one another?" he asked. "If we're gonna do that, then I will ask, you're still a virgin?" you asked. "Well...yeah.." he said, slightly turning pink. "Oh...I just thought..." you began. "You're my first girlfriend. I would prefer to keep it that way. " he said. You both sat in awkward silence for about 5 minutes. "So..uhh...make out session?" you asked awkwardly. "Make-out session it is." he said.
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"Brandon- that tickles!!" you squealed as you two wrestled around on the couch. "Didn't know you were ticklish there.." he purred. You continued to laugh hysterically, but soon enough you were cut short. The door bell rang. 'C-coming! One minute!' you yelled. "Brandon, come on!" you giggled, trying to push him off. "Mmm...they can wait.." he said, kissing your shoulder. "Brandon!" you said once more, trying to get him off of you. You rolled over the couch, causing him to shout, as you sprang to your feet. Running over to the door, you opened it..only to find someone you hadn't seen in well over a few months.
"Alexander?" you said a loud. "H-Hey Y/N, is anyone with you right now? I sorta needed to talk to you." he said. "Umm...let me tidy up, ill be right with you!" you said, shutting the door. You turned to see Brandon, looking at you, clearly wanting to know who was the front door. You signaled him to go hide frantically, and he did so without question. You opened the door once more. "Come in!" you said, allowing him room to come inside. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in Paris?" you said, motioning him to come sit down. "Umm.. I came back. I wanted to talk to you.." he said. Removing from behind his back came a bouquet of flowers. He handed them to you. "Oh...Um..thank you Alexander, you shouldn't have." you smiled. "Look Y/N, i'll cut straight to the point.. remember when we met, last year around the same time as of right now?" he said. "Y-yeah, it was at my shop." you said. "Well...I.. I want to say, I feel in love with you right on the spot, because..I did! You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met! I knew that if I left for Paris, I would want to bring you..but when I went to go ask, it was the night you came home with one of your guy-friends, you looked pretty upset, I think I recall you crying. But, I left for Paris anyway..now that I'm back, I just wanted to know if.." he stopped for a minute. He continued. "Would you consider us dating? I would love to take you to Paris, and all over the world! I love you, I really do! I just want to spend my time with you." he said, taking your hands in his own. You felt your heart drop. You ripped your hands away from his and stood up. "I-I'm sorry Alex..I-I can't.." you said. "If it's your shop, I can have someone take care of it for you!' he said, standing up and moving closer towards you. 'N-No, it's not that, please, you should just really go." you said nervously. "Y/N, just come with me! I can give you everything!" He said, moving even closer, now that you had your back to the living room wall. "Alex, I said no. Please respect that." you said. "Just tell me why." he said. "I..have a boyfriend already." you said. You suddenly saw his eyes flash with anger. "I think you should go." you said, walking over towards the door and opening it. "Of course." he said flatly. He left, and you shut the door. You let out a sigh. "Who was that?" Brandon asked. "An..old friend." you said. "Well, are you alright?" he asked. "Yeah..yeah." you said. He held up his phone and smiled. "Vine time?" he asked.
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Dumb-Struck Lovers (Brandon Calvillo X Reader)
FanficYou were a hard worker, who had close connections with the group of famous Viners. You weren't much for the humorous type of guy, but one famous viner, with the weirdest last name, might change all of that. When he asks you out, how good...or bad...