Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 36

Abby's POV

I hadn't been seeing Brandon after school because of his detentions, which made the moments when we were together that much more special. We didn't speak one particular lunch because Brandon was too busy multitasking by taking bites of his sandwich while putting together a flower crown and I was too busy admiring him.

I thought about how he sacrificed some of himself to save my brother and Andrew. As I thought of this, I decided that the boy sitting in front of me, shoving a sandwich in his mouth with one hand and the other plucking a dandelion out of the ground, had a heart of gold.

Brandon looked up at me, "hey there."

I continued to stare at him.

He bit his lip and sat his sandwich down. "Hello? Anyone in there?"

At this point, I decided just to mess with him.

He giggled and covered his face with his hands, "stop, you're making me nervous."

I grinned, "you're so cute."

"No, you're so cute," he pouted back.

"Uck, anyone who just overheard is just then probably wants to slap us both. I mean, I want to slap as both."

Brandon gave me a little smile then continued to make his crown. "So about that party?" I decided to bring up

"Friday night, seven o'clock," Brandon responded as if he practiced it.

"Do you know who's coming?"

"Anyone willing."

I rested my chin on my hand. "And you're excited?"

"I think I'm more excited that the guys are excited."

"Well, I'm excited to see you outside of school."

He looked up and grinned at me, "that's right. Maybe we can have a decent night together even if there is an obnoxious party going on." He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. He then moved on to finish his flower crown. When finished, he placed it on his head. "It's been awhile since I've worn one of these," he adjusted it, "feels good."

I smiled fondly, "looks good."

Brandon's POV

The night of the party came and I made Dave pick me up. Of course, he was beyond pumped.

"Tonight is the night, Brando!" Dave sung as I sat in his passenger's seat.

"Mhmm," I mumbled back.

"You better stay sober, I plan to drink their entire stock of alcohol!"

"That's nice."

"Actually, don't expect me to show up tomorrow morning, I'll probably still be in bed," he wiggled his eyebrows, "if you know what I mean."

I snorted, "you plan to get laid drunk?"

"Absolutely."

"You're gonna end up sleeping with Mark on accident."

"What? No way, man, no fucking way."

"Yes fucking way, if you're wasted and incoherent, Mark is practically a lady."

"On what planet?"

"He has long hair and when you're drunk, that's probably all that matters."

"How the hell would you know?"

"I don't! Whatever. It's not my fault if you end up hooking up with Mark."

"I'm not gonna hook up with Mark!"