Miss Jackson

Chapter 13

After a moment or two Brendon scoots closer to me, his breath his slower, his body sweaty but in the right ways. He pulls me into his embrace with one arm and kisses the back of my head, silence still fills the room. His left arm drapes over my shoulder. My eyes fall upon his Sinatra tattoo, it's funny. I've never really even looked at his tattoos, i mean I've seen them but never really paid close enough attention. I've never truly ask him the meaning behind any of them. Like the piano tattoo with flowers surrounding it, that one is very nice. I laugh lightly at my thoughts, I don't know why maybe it's the happiness I'm laughing at or his tattoos, not that their funny but that the fact that they're there and I just never took the time to ask about them. 

"What are you laughing at?" He asks, his voice soft and caring. He pulls himself up, kissing my shoulder and then resting his chin on it, his left hand tangles with mine and I know this moment can't any more perfect. 

"Nothing, I'm just happy" I sigh. 

"Happy..." He smiles against my skin. "I'm happy too." 

"Brendon...can I tell you something?" I ask letting go of his hand and turning to face him.

"Of course" he smiles, his hand sliding around my back, tracing circles.

"Although, I've had sex before...I've never..." I stop myself not being able to find the right words. "I've never done it like that...you know?" 

"Made love?" He asks. 

"Yeah, I guess" I pause, licking my lips. I turn and face the ceiling, pushing my hair back against the pillow. 

"Oh...if I think about it, neither have I. It was never that...sensual." He confesses. His hand that was on my back, never leaves my body, it moves to my stomach. I place my hands over top of it. 

"Exactly...it was always about just-just fucking really. Being able to touch each other. But with you it's more...it's more about loving each other I guess. It was really great, I've never felt that cared for or loved Bren." I look at him, he's staring at my lips while I talk. He doesnt say anything, he lays down, sliding his face in between the crook of my neck and hums Sinatra. It reminds me of his tattoos...my hands slides up and down his arm as I look at the tattoos. 

"Bren...what's up with these tattoos" I ask randomly. 

"Which ones?" He asks. 

"I get Sinatra...but the piano?" I ask. 

"That was the first tattoo I ever got, I grew up playing the piano. I was in love with playing the piano when I was younger. I still do...a little. On my 18th birthday I decided, why not a piano?" He explains. 

"And the P?" I point to it on his arm. He laughs and then let's out a deep sigh. 

"When I was in college, my friends and I had a band. We were just a silly cover band that played at like...coffee shops and stuff. One night we all got pretty hammered. And decided, hey we should get tattoos. I decided a P for the name of our band. Although, I don't talk to them anymore and we broke up like a year later I kept it cause it reminds me of my college days." 

"What was the name of your band" I ask. He lets out another laugh. He shakes his head and looks at the tattoo. 

"I can't even remember to be honest. Started with a P though."

"Do you even remember the name of your friends?" I ask. 

"Yeah, they friended me on Facebook...it's not like we don't remember each other. We just don't keep in touch. But there was ummm, Ryan, Spencer and Jon" 

"Hey...you know, I want a tattoo. I'm 18, I should get one." I turn and look at him. 

"What...no. Your parents would freak out" 

"I'm 18, it's my body, they can't control. I think they'd freak out more if I told them I'm moving in with you." 

"That's only if your dad is back with your mom. There's no way I'm letting you stay in that house with that fuck" his voice raises. I can feel his body shaking with anger. 

"Calm down Brendon. We don't know for sure" I sooth him. 

"But he might...Delilah. I'm sorry. We need to stop talking about this" he calms down. I think of something to distract him. 

"I love you" i kiss his lips. He smiles down at me and nods as he rubs his hand up and down my back. I lay back against his chest and close my eyes. His hand moves up to my hair and he pets it. My phone goes off and I reach around and grab it, it's Ashley. 

"Shit...I forgot Ashley wanted to hang out" I sit up quickly. 

"You just hung out last night!" He looks at me. 

"She wants to hang out for my birthday" 

"No, no. I'm letting your parents and your friend still you from me. You get one." 

"Brendon!" I shout. "I'm not letting you steal me" I stick my tounge out, in that instant, he sits up, kisses me, taking my tounge in his mouth. I pull away and look at my phone. 

"I guess she'll just have to wait..." I smirk and toss my phone to other side of the bed. I lean into his kiss and fall back on the bed. We both let out a laugh as he turns me around so he's on top of me. He kisses my neck and I stretch my legs, loving the feeling. We roll back over, me on top of him, kissing his chest. 

My phones goes off. 

We both sigh as I reach across the bed to grab it. It's Ashley. 

"Hey Ash" I sigh. 

"You need to get to my house if you want your present." She sings into the phone, taunting me. I look down at Brendon and sigh. I'm going to have to cut this short. 

"Alright...give me half an hour" i tell her. 

"Yay!" She shouts. I hang up and slide of Brendon. I wrap the sheet around me and walk to the closet. 

"You're leaving?" Brendon whines. 

"Sorry. The people need me" I shrug sliding on a pair of jeans, 

"Unfair!" He shouts. 

"Unfair? How?! I spent the night here...I practically live with you! I see you everyday no matter where I am. If anything you are being unfair to them" I laugh, sliding on a cute dress shirt, over my bra. 

"But your my girlfriend, we should be able to see each other and I shouldn't have to share you" he gets off the bed. He puts his boxers back on and walks to me. 

"Are you going to drive me or do I need to call Ashley?" I ask. Come to think of it, I don't think I've driven my car in a month. I've always had a ride, usually Brendon. 

"I'll drive you" he sighs. 

Brendon's pov 

I throw on some clothes and grab my keys. She walks out the door excited and I watch her as she jumps in the car and I get in the driver seat. 

"I can't believe you're leaving me" I joke. 

"Brendon!" She shouts slapping me lightly against the arm. "Ill be back tonight." 

"Yeah, yeah" I shush her. The thing is, I spend my whole time with this girl, I don't do anything else and I have no idea what I will do while she's gone. Even if it's just for a little bit.