Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 24

Abby's POV

Brandon showed up to my door with two sleeping bags on his hands.

Yes, on his hands, he had stuck them through the middle of the sleeping bags and was wearing them as gloves.

"Hi Abby," he grinned.

"Hi Brandon," I responded, snickering.

He raised the sleeping bags, "it seems that my hands were replaced with these."

I giggled, "you're so cute."

"Can I get a kiss then?" He leaned forward and puckered his lips. I couldn't resist.

"So, I assume you're not driving, sleeping bag hands," I said as we walked to his car.

"Are you saying that I am incapable of living because of my condition?" He held his hands up. "Because if you are, you're right." He nudged me with one of the bags.

Somehow, he managed to open the passenger door and the first thing I heard after he opened it was Shane yelling, "what are you doing with the bags, you idiot!"

I opened the back door and got in while Brandon flopped in front of me.

"Do you know anything? You're supposed to open the door for your girlfriend! God, did I teach you anything?!"

Brandon adjusted himself, "yeah, you taught me how to put a condom on."

I laughed as Shane let out an irritated sigh, "just put your seatbelt on, Brandon."

"I can't," Brandon whined pressing one of his sleeping bags against Shane's face, "I have sleeping bags for hands."

"You're so freaking dumb!"

Brandon continued to rub his sleeping bag in his face.

Shane reached over him and pulled his seatbelt on, "okay, okay- CUT IT OUT OR I'LL DRIVE US OFF A BRIDGE!"

Brandon set his hands down with a satisfied smirk.

"What do you see in him?" Shane sniffed, starting to drive, "he's just a gigantic weirdo."

"I dunno," I smiled softly at Brandon, "he's kind of cute."

Brandon pressed his bags against his face and made a little squeaky noise, proving my point.

"He's kind of stupid, if anything," Shane grumbled.

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Brandon kept the sleeping bags on his hands even when we arrived at Ronnie's door steps.

"What the fuck?" was Ronnie automatic reaction.

Brandon poked him with one of the bags, "my hands have been replaced with sleeping bags."

Ronnie huffed. "I can't believe I'm letting you into my house." We followed Ronnie downstairs into his basement, "Macy got here 30 minutes ago," he mentioned.

And sure enough, she was timidly sitting on a black leather couch in front of a T.V.

"Hi guys," she greeted when she saw us.

"Hi," Brandon waved stupidly with his sleeping bag.

Ronnie pulled it from his hand and hit Brandon on the head with it.

Brandon gasped, "I have a hand! Oh thank you Ronnie, you've saved me!" He threw his arms around him and squeezed him tight.

"I hate you so much," Ronnie wheezed.

"What're we gonna do now?" Brandon asked Ronnie when he let go of him.

"We can watch a movie," Ronnie shrugged.