Saturday, June 2 2015 // 10:05 am
"Just tell me if you don't like me," Brandon said, walking beside me, staring at me.
"I do like you. I'm just..." I paused, "I don't know."
"You're not ready for anything serious," he threw his hands up.
"Yeah."
"I'm not trying to be anything serious, I'm trying to be cute with you."
I stopped the cart and looked at him. I felt myself begin to grin, "You're so cute."
"Thanks," Brandon laughed and blushed a little.
I laughed at Brandon being cute.
"What?" He ask confused.
"Nothing." I said, "Let's finish getting what we need and lets get outta here."
***
"Hey mom," I said as I opened the front door with a bunch of shopping bags weighing me down. I placed them on the counter and walked back outside to get more.
"I'll get the rest," Brandon stopped me.
"Thank you," I blew Brandon a playful kiss.
"You're welcome my dear," he chuckled.
I watched Brandon walk outside to my white BMW and pick up some more groceries out of the trunk.
"He's a keeper, huh?" My mom laughed.
I looked at her, with squinted eyes, "Mom, please don't ever say that again."
She cracked up when Brandon walked back inside and set more groceries on the counter.
"Is that all?" I asked.
"Yeah,"
I grabbed a bag and pulled things out of it, sitting them on the counter. My mom picked them up and placed them where they belonged in the fridge, cabinets, and pantry.
Saturday, June 2 2015 // 3:47 pm
I sat in my bed with Brandon behind me, rubbing my back. I wanted to open my journal, right now, so badly, but I couldn't since Brandon was with me. I know he already saw some of it, but thats enough damage done.
"So um, I was thinking," he paused, "my friends throwing this party tonight, its gonna be lit."
"Yeah, so?"
"You wanna go?" He asked with a smirk on his face, he sat there and stared at me with a blank expression on my face, "c'mon, you know you're a party girl."
"See thats the thing. I'm really not."
"But i met you at a party."
"I know," I huffed, "I was forced to go to it."
"Whatever we don't have to go,"
"Just go by yourself."
"I don't wanna leave you alone," he frowned.
"I'll be fine,"
"No, you're coming. You don't have to drink."
