Brett

Arguments

"No Scott!" I said standing infront of the dress.

"Let me see the dress!" He says beginning to get inpatient.

"No! Why do you want to see it anyway?" I shrieked when he walked closer and I bumped into my closet door.

"Because I want to make sure it's appropriate!" He exclaims and I groan rolling my eyes.

"You're not my dad Scott, plus, Skylar, Liam, and Stiles both promised you that it's not inappropriate. Why can't you just trust us?!"

"Because I don't want guys looking at you and thinking they can get some! Do you not understand Addilyn?" He asks and I stay silent. "You're beautiful Add's! Every guy on the lacrosse team is always talking about you and how they'd bang you if they got the chance! Do you know how disqusting it is to hear your team mates talk about wanting to get with your sister?" He asks and I make a disqusted face. "Exactly! Now let me see the dress!" I shook my he'd and he began to get pissed. "Let me. See the dress." He says through gritted teeth but when I shook my head again and lost it. "Fine, you don't want to show it to me? I'll take it back and you're not going to Prom."

"What the hell Scott?! You can't do that, you're not my dad!" I yelled.

"We'll see!" He says and exits my room. I felt like crying. Why wouldn't he trust me? He can't take back my dress and not let me go to Prom, he wasn't my father. I plopped down on my stomach, laying on my bed and grabbed my phone.

Come over? I need cuddles right now, and I feel like I'm gonna cry.

I sent the message to Brett and got an answer right away.

Be there soon.

I smiled and quickly changed into a pair of leggings and his sweatshirt that has his lacrosse number and last name on it. I put my hair in a messy bun before crawling under the covers of my bed. I laid on my side and scrolled through my social media sites while I waited. I ended up pulling the blanket all the way up to my nose and I heard my door open. I looked up to see Brett and the frown on my face stayed permanent. His smile turned into a frown as he closed to door and walked over to me. I locked my phone and laid it down next to me.

"What's going on?" He asks climbing under the covers and pulling me close to him.

"Scott's mad at me." I mumbled into his chest.

"Why is he mad?" He asked rubbing my back.

"Because, he wanted to see the dress but it's tradition that no one other than the person you went shopping with can see your dress, I kept telling him no but then he said that he wants to make sure it's appropriate because all the guys on the lacrosse team want to bang me, then when I told him no again he said he was going to take back my dress and not let me go to Prom. He had Skylar, Stiles, and Liam tell him it wasn't inappropriate but he doesn't believe anyone and it's making me upset because I feel like he doesn't trust me." I mumbled my voice cracking.

"Hey, shh." He says continuing to rub my back. "It'll be okay. He'll come around. He knows we won't let anything happen and he also knows that this night means so much to you. He's just upset because he's trying to look out for you but he's not doing it the right way. He's going overboard. Just give him some time, let me talk to him and it'll be okay." He kisses my forehead. I nuzzle myself further into his chest and exhale a long sigh.

"Thank you." I mumbled.

"You're welcome." He whispers. "You know I love you right?" He asks and I look up at him.

"Yes, you know I love you too right?" I asked and he nodded. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.

"We should go get some ice cream." Brett whispers and I giggle.

"If you want too, I've just got to change." I replied.

"No," he said dragging on the 'o'. "I like it when you dress lazy. Wear what you're wearing, you look cute." He says and I smile.

"Fine." I said and he smiled down at me and kissed my cheek. We got out of bed and I slipped on my vans and we walked downstairs to his car. I didn't even tell Scott where we were going but the whole way out he didn't say anything but he watched as we left.

The ride there went by quickly, thanks to Brett acting like a complete idiot which made me smile. He would grab my knee because he knew that was one of the places I was ticklish and I'd push his hand away but he'd go right back at it. Then when he wasn't trying to tickle me, he'd have his hand on my thigh as we drove and sang along with the radio. He always knew how to make me forget about things. Negative things anyway, and that was one of the many reasons why I loved him.

We pulled into a parking spot and got out, connecting hands as we got to the end like we usually do. We walked inside and I looked at all the many different flavors. Arms wrapped around my waist and a chin placed on my shoulder. I smiled to myself and put my hands over his.

"What are you going to get?" He whispers in my ear before placing a kiss below it.

"I don't know yet, maybe cookie dough." I said leaning my head on his shoulder. I continued to look around at the many choices of ice cream flavors but I chose to stick with cookie dough. We ordered and paid then sat down.

"Can I ask you something?" Brett asks and I look up at him and nod. "Why do you do that?" He asks and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Do what?"

"Why do you worry so much?" He asks and I let out a breathy laugh and shook my head.

"How did you know I was worried?"

"I can just tell. You get this look in your eye, then you get really quiet. You keep to yourself and don't do much talking unless someone's talking to you, you've got this frown that is set on your face and there's just this sad, worried look in your eyes." He explains and I shrug.

"I don't know honestly." I mumbled. "Maybe, it's because everything I've been through? I'm still having to be watched, Scott doesn't trust anyone, not even me. I have to worry about a lot." I spoke but he shook his head.

"You don't need to worry about anything. If you just, breathe and let everything take its course things will be so much easier and a lot less stressful." He explains and I shrug yet again.

"I'll have to work on it then." I said and he nodded. I look down at the table and continue to eat my ice cream.

"You know I'm just looking out for you right?" He asks and I nod with a weak smile.

"Yeah."

"That's all I want for you, all I want for you is to be safe and happy and that's what I, along with Scott, Stiles, Skylar, and everyone else want." I nodded again.

"I understand, I want to be safe too. I just, I feel like even though everyone has said it multiple times, everyone doesn't like me. I feel like they think that I'm weak." I said my eyes not leaving the table top. I didn't like these conversations. I felt helpless, and I felt like everyone thought I was weak and pathetic even though they've said a thousand times they don't think that.

"Baby, can I ask you something else?" I nod keeping quiet. "Do you think you're becoming depressed?" I take a deep breath and look up at him.

"Do you?" I asked and he made a face that told me he did. "Why?"

"It's just, you never eat, you're sad, you worry, you always put on this fake smile to please everyone and they might fall for it but I don't. I can feel it Addilyn. No matter how many times someone tells you that they don't think negative of you, you don't believe it. You still have your doubts." He says and I nod. "Have you..?"

"No. No, I haven't." I said. "I haven't hurt myself." He looked like he believed it but lord knows if he did. "You know, I'll always be there for you whenever you need me. It can be anytime of the day, I'll be doing anything with anyone and I'll drop what I'm doing to come and see you. I hope you know that." He says and I smile at him.

"Yeah, I do." He smiles back. He leans over the table and kisses my lips.

"I love you so much." He whispers and I smile.

"I love you so much too."