Brallie - Season 3B

Chapter 8 - Roaring Reactions

I woke up to the sun shining on my face, the warmth engulfing my skin and causing me to yawn loudly. It was Sunday, and I was glad that I did not have to go to school today - my brain was sore and tired of dealing with things that were a lot higher on my list of priorities compared to school work which seemed to just waste my time. My grades were not great but being in the foster system made you realize that things are more important that that.
My train of thoughts slowly ceased and I needed the toilet. I pulled away my duvet cover and dawdled towards the bathroom making sure to look out for Moms who I did not quite feel like facing yet. I closed the door behind me and started to wash my face, washing away the excess of my sleepiness and letting the water freshen me up. The door clicked open and Brandon sidled in, giving me a fright. He laughed quietly as water splashed up at me - the result of jumping slightly in shock.
"You scared me" I whispered, smiling at him. Just his presence comforted me - somehow him being near me seemed to calm me like a tranquilizer.  
"Sorry" He smirked and came behind me, his arms draping around my body, holding me close. We both faced the mirror, him behind me hugging me. I glanced at him in the mirror and laughed.
"Brandon your breath stinks! Brush your teeth!" I fake mocked him. He moved his head closer until his mouth was right near mine.
"You don't mind" He flirted before kissing me softly, then pulling away, taunting and tempting me.
"You're right." I laughed.
You would never believe that right now he was legally my brother right now. But I just didn't care one bit. I had finally decided, after months of conflict and denied feelings, that Brandon Foster would never be my brother. I didn't know how things were going to work out from here - could I l somehow dissolve my adoption but still live with the people who I considered and loved like my family?
But at this moment, I didn't let these traumatizing thoughts take over. I just let Brandon's hands stay over my stomach and I closed my eyes, enjoying the privacy of the peaceful moment.
Suddenly the door opened, and Mariana waltzed in. I jumped away from Brandon, not wanting Mariana to find out about us yet. 

But it was too late.
I watched Marianas mouth drop open in shock and anger.
"What is this?" She angrily whispered. 

I closed my eyes and wished I was dreaming.