One by One

Chapter 2- What keeps me going

Devon is like my private chauffer and he does basically everything for me.

He takes me places, helps me study cause, he's actually really smart (Bonus, bitches), brings me food when my puberty kicks in and when I crave for a lot of food, drives out at night just so he can throw rocks at my window for me to collect stuff I leave in his car.

That's Devon.

He seems perfect but everyone has flaws. He didn't have a temper and never usually got angry but when he was, he would keep it in until there was no one and he would just scream and punch things. I witnessed it more than once when his dad pissed him off by using up his money for betting or when he's father sold his late mother's piano for some cash to bet. I was there for him when he needed me and he was there for me when I needed him. He hates it when people underestimate him which makes him very competitive sometimes. He loves Italian, hates Mexican which I'm always agitated by. Our conversations in the car for lunch sometimes end up like this.

Devon: What do you fancy eating?

Me: Tacos and nachos sound good to me.

Devon: Italian it is. (smirks proudly at himself)

Me: Ugh. (Frustrates over the fact that he asks in the first place when he has already made up his mind)

"Dev, are you going this Sat? To Trevor's? The one Jung was talking about?" I asked as I got into his car after detention. Yup, he had to wait, I loved tormenting him. He asked for it, in his words.

"Only if you're going," He says as he shuts my door, another yes, he can be a gentlemen, when his Xbox was not around of course. When it was out, boy, all the answers to your questions sound like this. K. Oh. Aite. No. Sometimes he wouldn't even answer you. Just as he plunks himself in his car, the smell of mint, deodorant, car freshener and Devon touch the tip of my nose. I sneeze as my nose takes in all the different scents at once. He smiles, enjoying what he does to my nose.

"Only if I'm going, huh. Well why don't you and I go out this Saturday, just the two of us. Somewhere private and maybe you and I could do some stuff", I say trying to hide my smile as I look out the window. I try so hard not to laugh but knowing Devon, his look of amusement surpasses my back, into my brain as if telepathic. Just then I break out laughing knowing I'm right when Devon smiles, a hint of amusement striking his face like wind against your face during summer.

He stares at me, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the back of his chair and we just look into each other's eyes for a millennium before he says "Brady, you're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and had the pleasure of meeting. If you want to skip some silly party to spend time with me and only me to do some stuff, I'd be more than delighted to", he whispers and just then my heart beats faster and I'm reminded of why I love him. He and I lean in and he plants a soft gentle kiss on my smile.

God, I love this boy. I push his brown hair away from his blue eyes and caress his cheek just as he does to mine. In this moment, I just want to be in it forever but realization hits him when he realizes he's late for work. He laughs at himself as he fumbles around for his car keys. "What a spell you have casted on me, Brades", he says as he starts his car and I laugh at him just for being him.

When I reach home, I am greeted by ugly Patrick and Po. Patrick looks at me with his dog eyes and pants as if he had just ran a marathon and then there's Po, licking his paws as if they were popsicles on a hot day. "Frank! Have you given these two treats?" I shout from the doorway. My shout startles Frank who was reading the newspapers and he smiles broadly. "No dear, you go ahead and give them treats yourself", he laughed. Frank and Georgia were my foster parents and when I was younger tried to call them by mom and dad but I never could. They were my life, they were everything.