Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 13

Abby's POV

Brandon was gone in the bathroom for quite awhile, and looked more nervous than usual when he came back.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked.

He cleared his throat and crawled back on my bed with me. "Yeah, I'm fine." He paused and looked at me with a goofy smile, "you're so pretty..."

I bit my lip, trying not to show him how much I liked his compliments.

He crawled forward and kissed my forehead. "Girlfriend," he sat on his knees in front of me. "Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend."

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into me. "Boyfriend," I whispered in his ear as he buried his face in my shoulder. "I didn't know I could get a cute boyfriend."

"M'not cute," he muttered, wrapping his arms around me.

"Wha-? Yes you are."

He shook his head, "no. I look awful most of the time."

"No you don't-do you know how much time I spent in English staring at you? You look like a beautiful prince."

"Abby-um-you should know this-" he exhaled deeply, "I hate everything about myself."

I pulled away from his hug. "Everything? You can't hate everything about yourself."

"Every small piece of me, I can guarantee you that I hate myself more than anyone who chooses to bully me-which is why I make the flower crowns, they're attempts of maybe making myself look better, or maybe-" he clenched his teeth as his hands began to tremble, "-an attempt to hide everything I hate about me."

"It's so unfair, Brandon," I frowned, "that someone as lovely-a-and amazing as you could hate everything about themselves."

He looked away from me with a sad look in his eyes and I responded by tilting his chin up and kissing him. "That's okay, I'm gonna love you so much that it rubs off on you and you start to love you too."

"You love me?"

"I will eventually." I softly kissed him and pulled back only to see his cheeks slightly redden.

He bit his bottom lip and looked down for a second before squeezing his eyes shut and pressing two quick gentle kisses to my lips.

I didn't know what a good kiss felt like, considering Brandon's the only person who's ever kissed me, but his kisses felt as amazing as he was, so I think Brandon's a good kisser.

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After awhile, Brandon and I ended up just laying next to each other and talking about random things.

"Um, Abby, I didn't bring any clothes to sleep in," he randomly said through one of our silences.

"Oh-okay," I said.

"And-uh, I usually sleep in this oversized t-shirt-um, and if I don't wear it, I won't sleep."

"Oh."

"So, like, do you happen to have a shirt that might be to big for me- I don't particularly need the exact shirt because I have you with me."

His last sentence was rushed and he was getting flustered and awkward again, which caused me to feel awkward too.

I sat up. "I can ask Bradly for one of his shirts," I offered.

"I dunno, would that be weird?"

I rolled my eyes, "do you want the shirt or not?"

He bit his and nodded. "I'm sorry, I don't want to be a bother." I noticed that tears began to pool below his eyes and that his hand was trembling again.