Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 29

Abby's POV

About a week later, Brandon was in a panic because his first choir concert was coming up and he had no idea whether or not his singing was good enough.

We had escaped from lunch again, Brandon was frantically flipping a paper of notes and words around as I sat against a tree.

He suddenly crumpled it up and buried his face in his hands, making a frustrated grunt. "I can't do this--I don't even know why I auditioned!" He croaked.

"C'mon, lil' flower, if you mess up the guys will sing over you," I said.

He made a small whimpering sound and sniffled.

"Hey, okay--" I picked up the paper and straightened it out as much as I could, "sing for me." I pulled his hands away from his face.

"Nooo, I don't want you to hear my awful voice," he pouted.

"Don't be a such a whiny baby, sing for me."

He tugged his hands away from my grasp and rubbed his eyes, "fine, whatever." He huffed and began singing.

I've never heard the original song, but Brandon's voice enchanted it. I grinned at him as his eyes shifted from the paper to me periodically. As he rose the paper to hide behind it, I tugged it down.

He nervously bit his lip after finishing, setting the paper down on his lap and folding his hands over it. "So?" He mumbled shyly.

"You did amazing!" I encouraged.

"You're just saying that."

"No really, you're amazing."

We held eye contact for awhile.

"Do you think I'll do okay?" He asked.

"You'll do better than okay, I promise."

"Will you come to the concert?"

"Of course." I leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

****

During the night of the concert, I spotted Brandon and his family in the parking lot.

Luckily, Mark was with me and was actually the one to give me a ride, so I could hide behind him.

Mark sighed as I shifted to his side that was facing away the Flowers family. "This is so dumb, why can't his mom just accept that her son is head-over-heels for a punk?"

"I'm not a punk," I muttered, peeking around him.

"Sorry, was that your septum piercing talking?"

"Don't put labels on things, Mark, I just like having piercings."

"Are we having this debate now?"

"No." I started breathing a little heavier when I saw Macy and her family walk up to Brandon. I accidentally made a low growl as Macy laced her fingers with his.

"She's probably just here for Ronnie," Mark reminded.

"Yeah--Yeah, I know--it's just hard to look at," I grumbled.

"It's fine, just look at how uncomfortable they are."

I looked at them once again. They both looked miserable and like they forgot how to hold hands.

"It's kind of gross that they're making him date a freshman," Mark stated. "I get that they're in the same church-- but God, really? No pun intended."

We let Brandon, Macy and company enter the building before us. Following safely behind, we watched Brandon and Macy separate from the group and drop hands as soon as they were out of sight. Mark and I took this chance to approach.