Love (Brantley Gilbert Fan Fiction)

The kiss (4)

Zion's Pov

I was sitting in the livingroom watching " The Best Of Me" when Brantley and his dog Sylo walked in. I was trying not to look at him, due to the fact he was only wearing his boxers yet again. I moved Fifi over to me, so I know Sylo won't hurt him. We have a show tonight at 8, and it's only 10 in the morning. I took my tea cup and walked into the kitchen. I looked at Brantley, and he knew not to talk to me, today. I was in no mood whatsoever. I put Fifi on the floor and he ran to his little bed in the living room. 

" Can you please talk to me?" Brantley asked me. I looked up at him and walked out of the kitchen. I know what people said about him, that he likes to party, drink and smoke, but he had no right to bring 2 girls in here and have sex with both of them. 

" Zion, please look at me?" Brantley said to me. I looked at him. 

" Why should I? Come on Brantley, you had no right to do that last night? For the past 2 weeks we have been on tour all you have been doing is sleeping with any tramp that will take you to bed?" I said to him. Brantley looked at me and I knew he was pissed off.  

" You know what Zion, fuck you?" Brantley said to me. I got off of the sofa and walked over to him. 

" No, Brantley fuck you?" I said to him. He looked down at me and smiled. God, I want to hit him in his face. 

" You know what you are 30 years old. You should be married and want to have a family. Not acting like some 22 year old kid." I said to him. 

" You don't know me darlin." Brantley said to me. 

" Don't call me that? God, I hate that nickname?" I said to him. 

" Oh, you love it darlin. Come on give me a kiss babe?" Brantley said to me. I looked over at him and smiled. 

" I would, but I'm not a tramp, that seems like your type honey?" I said to him. I walked over to the sofa. 

" Yeah, well, whatever?" Brantley said sitting next to me. I picked up Fifi and moved as far as I could, so I wouldn't be near him. I wish I had computer so I could watch this in my bunk. 

" Do we really have to watch this shit?" Brantley asked me. 

" Yes. Now shut up. And put some clothes on?" I said to him. 

" Can't. The donkey needs to breath." Brantley told me. I busted out laughing? 

" What is so funny babe?" Brantley asked me. I looked at him and was still laughing. 

" You call your manhood " The Donkey?" I asked him. Brantley looked at me. 

" What? I mean, he might not be long, but he sure is fat as hell?" Brantley told me. I shut up right then and there. I looked at him. 

" Way too much info for me?" I told him. I looked around and saw Fifi playing with Sylo. As long as his mut don't hurt my baby, we will be okay. 

" What? I mean he is a beast? Aren't you buddy?" Brantley said messing with his manhood. I looked away on that one. I don't need to be seeing all of that? 

" You talk to it?" I asked him, looking at my movie?

" Hell yeah, I do. Every night?" Brantley told me. I went red in the face. I don't need to be seeing all of this shit?

" What? Come on Zion, we are grown ass people. Men and women are age do have sex?" Brantley told me. I know he is right, but I'm not that open about it, like some people are.