Whispers of Love

Chapter 3 - Paisley

        After we beat the game in about an hour, we go back to talking. This time, about other things. Like how he and Logan met when he was a Junior in high school, and also about how Logan doesn't want to lose his sports career, yet he does all this crap with alcohol.
"Enough about me and Logan, let's talk about you," he demands.
"Okay well, I come from Kansas..." I start.
"Looks like you're not in Kansas anymore!" He jokes. We both giggle and I slightly punch him in the arm. We're in the Missouri part of Kansas City so technically, we aren't in Kansas.
"My favorite baseball team is the Royals, so I'm pretty excited to not have to travel as far for the games."
"Mine too!" He excitedly reports. He looks so admirable when he talks about sports. It's like everything just comes natural to him. Sports, homework, everything. He's perfect and talking to me, and I'm just average.
"Maybe we could go to a game or two together sometime?" I ask, hoping he will want to.
"That'd be great." He smiles at me and I do the same to him. I'm so grateful that he said he wanted to go to a couple Royals games with me. I just hope he's not lying, and just saying that so his caring mind wouldn't hurt my feelings.
"Anyways, I play softball and I was varsity all four years of high school."
"Do you play any other sports?" He interrogates. I used to play basketball, but then I hurt my ankle. I don't really want to tell him that, because I just know that, he's gonna try to pressure me to try out for the college team next year. I don't know why I believe that though. I guess it's just the type of person he seemed to be.
"Ha, you're funny. But no, I basically suck at every other sport."
"Well maybe I can teach you sometime?"
        "You just wanna teach me, so you can can kick my ass in a scrimmage."
"That might be a tad bit true." We both laugh for a couple seconds. Then we sit and stare for another few. "Do you have any siblings?" He asks.
"I have a little sister that's eight and two twin brothers that are four. My mom used to be a preschool teacher when I was 14 but she quit when my brothers were born and my dad manages Menards and owns a small country club that has a big golf course,"
"That's cool. All I have is a little 16 year old brother, so now I have to get a better job after graduation because, my parents are going to stop paying for some of my mortgage," he explains.
"What do your parents even do? This house is gorgeous," I ask.
"They own a lot of US bank buildings and my dad made this computer thing and sold it to Microsoft. He got a lot of money from that," I tell her. "So, why did you decide to come here? Like at UMKC," He asks.
"Well I applied here and a few months into my senior year and I got a letter saying that as long as I kept my grades above average, played softball, and promised to not transfer, they'd give me a scholarship to pay for three-fourths of my costs. I got pretty lucky," I softly say, because it's kind of embarrassing how the only way into this school was a big scholarship.
"That's seems well, complicated, but really amazing!" He tries to tell me that I'm good enough to even get a scholarship to this amazing school. Bradyn has a personality of an angel. He cares, he's curious, he is generous, he's the Liam Hemsworth that I never had.
"Yeah," I sigh. "Sometimes it's hard doing all of that and still having to make time for Jade and her parties."
"You can do it. You seem like you'd be mentally tough." He looks at me with sympathy. That's when I know he really does care. Hes not just asking me questions to pass time. He honestly wants to know about my life. But, he's a nice person, so it doesn't mean he likes me.
"I don't know what I would do if I wasn't." I run my fingers through my hair. It's extremely soft today, which is great. I straightened it today. Normally it's wavy and just naturally a little frizzy, so I have to style it everyday.
"This is turning into twenty questions." He relates our conversation to the game.
"Kind of," I smile.
"Favorite singer?"
"Rihanna. Yours?"
"I don't really have one," He answers me. But how in the world does someone not have a favorite singer. That's crazy! I give him a look that says, "You're serious?" He smiles and nods.
"Okay well, what is your favorite color?" I interrogate.
"I like red or blue, you?"
"Blue all the way!" I like how blue is cool and calming. I remember reading this article once. It said if you and your crush have the same color, there is a great chance for you to have a good future with them. It may seem silly and fake, but sometimes the things you read are true. I said something about liking the same color is similar interest, which leads to similar attraction. Similar attraction is good according to this website.
It's almost two thirty in the morning. I really need to get home soon. Tomorrow is Tuesday, which means I have two classes tomorrow. Business and accounting. They are my hardest classes. I knew I shouldn't have came, because I have quizzes on Tuesdays. But, I don't regret coming as much as I should. It's probably because of the fact that I met Bradyn.
I text Jade and ask if she's home, no reply. I call her and she answers. She says she's getting Logan some food from the store to make him. Apparently he's complaining about being hungry and wanting a nice home cooked meal. She's going to make spaghetti with some garlic bread and green beans. Logan's favorite is what she's always told me. Just as I'm about to hang up I hear a loud BOOM! I ask what happened she said she dropped her phone.
It's kind of weird to make spaghetti at two forty-five in the morning but then again, if she doesn't, Logan will be even more mad and then she'll get yelled at tomorrow by him,because he doesn't remember a thing. So, she won't tell him thinking that he'll be even more furious reminding him of what happened. It's not the greatest relationship, but they're happy a lot of the time. It's a relationship of tigers.
"So, does Logan always get this drunk?" I question Bradyn.
"Not all of the time, but he's had a rough week at practice and he's stressed for a bunch of tests next week. He decided tonight would be a good time to let it all go for a while," He explains to me.
"Oh, I see. What's he majoring in?"
"When he was a freshman, he started off with architecture but he changed it to engineering his sophomore year."
"Oh,"
"Yeah I'm not really into building things for a living. I'm more of a city guy. But, I can build anything if I have too." I smile at the fact that he's honest about who he is. He doesn't lie and say he's a country boy when he's really not. I know a ton of people who pretend to be someone they're not. It bugs me. All of those hicks need a reality check.
"That's really cool how you know who you are, and aren't afraid to show yourself to the world."
"I try," He smiles at me. "Sometimes it's hard. Knowing how judgemental people can be, being myself has been one of my biggest struggles. I always feel like I'm never good enough."
"I hate judgemental people too. I always tell myself to never judge. I don't necessarily like racists either. It's like, you don't like them because they're a different color? Well, I don't like you because you're different from me."
"I wish people could see how dumb that sounds. Not liking someone because they're a different color is really shallow." His arm is around the couch. I wish it was around me. I play with my fingers, hoping that maybe he'll read my mind. I mean, if he's already this amazing, what's stopping him from having a superpower?