Bryson P.O.V
Guess who got himself a lunch date? Yep. Your boy Bryson. Honestly is just beautiful. Her laugh. Her smile. Her dimples. Gosh I just want to call her mine. I like that she doesn't treat me different just because I am a celebrity. I've had my share of those. I put on my basketball shorts and wife beater and head to bed. Can't wait to see my future wife tomorrow. Turning my lights off I go into a deep slumber.
BEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPP BEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPP!
I turn my alarm clock off and read the time. 9:30 am. I walk to my bathroom and take a shower. When I get downstairs I eat breakfast and call Tania to see what's on my schedule.
-Convo-
Tania: Hello Bryson
Me: Hey Tania do I have anything on my schedule today?
Tania: No not today Bryson. But, tomorrow you have a mee- (cuts her off)
Me: Thanks Tania. Bye
-End of Convo-
I walk out and head to Honesty's house. I knock the door and she lets me in.
-Convo-
Me: Hey Honesty -smiles-
Honesty: Hey Bryson. What's up?
Me: You already forgot about our lunch date?
Honesty: I didn't forget -smiles- But, it's like 9:55 am. Who eats lunch this early?
Me: That's true. Well maybe we can chill until 12.
Honesty: Sure.
She walks upstairs and I follow her. They way her moves from side to side and the swaying of her arms just makes the butterflies in my stomach multiply. She turns around and catches me staring then starts smiling. Gosh I would kill to call her mine.
-Convo-
Honesty: Okay this is my entertainment room. We can watch movies until 12 if you want.
Me: That's fine. What movies do you like?
Honestly: Well I like Poetic Justice and Love and Basketball. Your choice.
Me: Let's watch Poetic Justice.
Honesty: Poetic Justice it is.
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FanfictionHonesty Stevens has just moved to Los Angeles after graduating college. She just wants a change of scenery and better opportunities. She didn't think it would come from a guy. Not just any guy. But, her neighbor Bryson Tiller. He is mysterious with...