Falling For A Trained Killer

Chapter 3

Brandon's POV

I watched as Derek dragged Jake and Heather. I laughed at their useless attempts escape. "Brandon! Help me!" Heather yelled. I love the way my name sounds coming from her voice. I Cant believe how much hotter she looks with blond hair. I shook my head snapping out of my daydream and went over to Derek. I pushed him a little and he tripped over his self. Jake let go of Heather and Heather got up and punched his arm. "Ow! What the hell was that for!" Jake yelled. "For making me fall." She told him. Tyler came running into the room out of nowhere and grabbed heather around her waist and took off towards his room. "Put me down!" Heather squealed. Tyler and Heather disappeared upstairs. I looked over to Jake and Derek. They continued to fight. I went upstairs to find Tyler spinning in circles with Heather over his shoulder. "Put me down!" Heather yelled non stop. "Get your phone out and records this Brandon!" He yelled. I got my Iphone out and put it on record. "Okay tell me when to press play." I told Tyler. "Now." He said and I pushed play. He set Heather on her feet. Tyler sat down before he fell and Heather ran into the wall and fell on her butt. She tried to get up but fell. She groaned and just layed there on the floor. "Guys get up here!" Tyler yelled. Everyone ran upstairs. "Dog pile!" He yelled and layed sideways on Heather. Then they all piled on her. She grasped as they all piled on her. She started pounding on everyone "I cant breath!"She said as she attempted to breath. I was still recording them. They finally got off her and she gasped for air. She got up and smiled. "You guys are so immature. Now Brandon go make me some.....chicken." she told me. I was about to abject but she gave me a look and I quickly closed my mouth and went to the kitchen.--------------------------A couple hours later.-----------------------------------------------

"I'm going to bed." She told me. "Wait before you go I should let you know that we are going to our home base since we are done with the mission here." I told her. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to me. "Where is your home base?" she asked. "France." I said casually. Her mouth dropped open. "But we're in the United States!" she yelled. I shrugged "So?" "So! I don't want to go around the world!" she yelled. I cracked a smile and said "To bad." "Uhhhg!" She yelled in frustration. She went upstairs to the bedroom. I followed her up there. She didn't look half bad in my clothes though.

Heathers POV

I went upstairs to Brandon's bedroom to sleep. I cant believe I'm going to France! No one will ever find me! Oh my god! I walked in the bedroom and went to the bed. I slid under the covers when Brandon walked in. He paid me no mind as he walked in. He took off his shirt and let me be the first to tell you. He is ripped! He has a tan and everything. He took off his pants,and left him in his boxers. "What are you doing?!" I asked. "Um I'm going to bed." He told me. "Only in your boxers!" I yelled. He smirked and said "I could take them off if you want me to" Then he started to slowly pull them down. "No!" I yelled covering my eyes. I felt the bed shift and then a piece of clothing fly on my face. "There i took them off." he told me. I figured it was his boxers on my face so I struggled to get them off my as I yelled "EEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!" I managed to fall off the bed in the process. I got them off my face though. I was his boxers but a different pare then what he was wearing before. Then I seen Brandon looking down at me with a smirk on his face. He was still wearing his boxers. I sigh of relief left my lips. I got up and scolded him. He started laughing at me. I climbed in bed and he climbed in next to me. Well I guess i have no say so in this trip to France.->-->-->-->-->-->--->-->-->Authors note-->-->

Hey sorry I haven't uploaded in a while. But im trying so I hoped you liked this chapter.:)

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