Brallie road trip: across the Mexican border.

Dances

We stayed at the bar for most of the day. We talked to the old women, who we found out was called Violet, and her nephew Pablo for most of the time.
It was about 6pm but the bar was almost full. Men and women poured in and Mexican music played as people danced and drank and laughed. It was almost amazing.
I wasn't in the bar though. Violet had taken me out back to where she lived.
She handed me a red dress with a smile.
"Thank you." I replied taking the dress in my hands. It felt soft and smelt like old furniture, But I was glad I didn't have to wear my dirty clothes anymore.
She left the room and allowed me to get changed.
I slid off my clothes and my shoes and slid into the dress.
To my amazement it fit perfectly. It was just above my knees and it was strapless but had two strings from the centre of it strung over my shoulders.
I ran my fingers through my hair and opened the door.
Walking out from the room slightly nervous to what people would think of me.
As I entered the bar a few men whistled, they were clearly drunk as but I just smiled them off.
I saw Brandon sitting on a stool with his back against the bar just watching people dance and chatting with Pablo who sat next to him.
As I got closer to him his eyes saw me and he froze.
A small smile spread across his face as his eyes didn't leave me.
I smiled remembering the last time I saw him make that face. When I walked out wearing that silly gown for Marianas birthday and his jaw dropped.
I smirked back and did a little curtsy as a joke.
Pablo saw him staring and looked over at me too. He smiled revealing laugh lines and a missing tooth.
I walked over to Brandon and Pablo and stood in front of them.
Brandon was wearing different clothes too. He must have borrowed them from Pablo. A white office shirt with a few buttons down and he wore some black jeans that had a rather large hole in the knee. His hair was still messy but it was pushed to the side. He did look rather handsome.
"Hey." I smiled a little nervously.
He smirked. "Hey." He paused. "You look nice."
"You too." I said back. I could nearly hear him over the loud music blaring.
"Yeah, you look beautiful." Pablo smiled back with his dark eyes staring into mine.
"Thank you." I replied with a small smile.
Brandon gave him a jealous look.
"You want to dance?" Pablo asked as he slid off his stool and grabbed my hand.
I looked across to Brandon who was giving me a confused look then back over to Pablo.
"Uh, yeah sure." I replied back as he was already pulling me into the crowd of dancing people.
I watched Brandon straighten up on his bar stool and watch me with a jealous look.
My vision of him was blocked by dancers and now I was in the centre of everyone with Pablo smiling at me.
I placed my hand on his shoulder as he placed it on my back and we danced across the floor with him spinning me around every few seconds.
The music was fast and made you want to dance.
I laughed and smiled as I would spin and accidentally get hit by other people elbows and shoulders.
I was just about to spin around when a hand grabbed me and pulled me around.
I thought it was some drunk man and my heart sped up, but it wasn't.
I spun around and was now in Brandon's grip with our faces just a few centre metres apart.
My heart pounded in my throat but then I smiled as i saw his face.
He smiled back revealing teeth and then he spun me around and pulled me back close to him with his hands holding my wrists on his chest.
"You're good at this." I said as I realised how much of a good dancer he had become since the quincinera.
"Baby." He said in this funny cowboy way. "I got moves like you've never seen."
I laughed happily then slid my hands over his shoulders and laced them around the back of his neck pressing my forehead against his.
He wrapped his hands around the small of my back and reeled me in closed to him.
We just stood in the middle of the crowd as they danced and laughed around us. Like they were all black and white and we were the only ones in colour.
He leant forward and kissed my lips sending a numbing feeling all through my body.
I slid my hand down his cheek and help his face kissing him harder.
Remembering we were in a bar with almost fifty people I pulled back and looked at him.
"You wanna-" I said slowly.
"Yeah." He interrupted nodding quickly.
I laced his fingers in with mine and pulled him through the crowd of people.
Violet had given us a room to stay in for the night.
It was like a hotel, with only about six rooms.
We climbed up the stairs still hand in hand and opened the door to our room.
Once we were in Brandon pressed his lips to mine as I fell back against the door causing it to close.
I ran my fingers through his hair as he rested one hand on the door and another on my back.
I smiled as I kissed him and I felt his lips curl into a smile.
We walked backwards still kissing each other until we stopped at the end of the bed.
Brandon pulled off his shirt as I ran my hands around the back of his neck pulling him closer to me.
I don't know what came over but I pushed him away.
He gave me a confused look as his shoulders and chest went up and down as he tried to get his breath back.
"You ok?" He asked almost in shock.
"We can't." I muttered back looking away from him.
I listened to our breathing as the room.
"We can't do this." I breathed.
I looked back up at him.
"I mean, tomorrow we are going to go back home and be siblings again." I explained even though I didn't care about that at all.
"Yeah." He breathed out.
"We should just end it now. It'll be easier that way." I said calmly.
"Yeah." He said again.
"Done." I said back.
Our eyes met as we both tried to get our breath back.
I breathed in and out slowly. Heart still pounding.
He looked at me and then shook his head a little.
I stepped forward and he did and pressed his lips to mine again.
We kissed harder, all this passion just built up and being released.
His hands grabbed at my dress and he pulled it over my head as I lifted my hands above my head.
Falling back onto the bed with Brandon on top of me, with his body in the middle of my legs.
I wrapped my hands around his neck.
It was different with him then it was with Wyatt. I trusted Brandon. I trusted him with my life. I didn't know why I couldn't trust Wyatt.
But being with Brandon was like being home. I realised that home was wherever brandon was. Stef and Lena and Jude and Mariana and Jesus, they were my family and they made me feel safe and at home in my house back in San Diego.
But even lost in Mexico, in the bed of some dirty Mexican bar I was home.