Author's Note: As noted, this is the last part left, with this one out, it actually rounds into zero (0) more to go. I'm excited, since after four years or so, I've finally finished this thing, which by the way made me antsy every day that passed with it being still incomplete. So, it's one down three more to go! Wohoo! Um, I really hope you guys like this.
PLUS: Listen to "Forever in My Life" by Jojo, from her album "Jumping Trains" from 2009. It's just so beautiful and I feel like it goes with this chapter pretty darn well. Enjoy. C:
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Recap: What happened on the last I Kissed a Boy (And I Liked It), Bryan gets a call from an unknown number and the caller sounds suspiciously like Brandon. After some talking he meets up with said person, and is shocked out of his pants -- in a good way -- after seeing him. His heart compressed against his chest as he wishes fervently that the one in front of him is Brandon. Like a strike of luck, as their eyes meet Brandon's memories return. Is this the end? What happened after they rekindled their love and got over all the calamities that have occurred over the past months? Find out on the last part of I Kissed a Boy (And I Liked It).
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WARNING: This is seriously the end, so that's kind of sad. But on the other hand, there's sexual content so please be aware that I already noted it. Don't like it, don't read it. Period. Cheers!
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Slasher 00 : Epilogue. ♥ Brandon’s Point of View
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I felt warm bright rays poking at my eyes, begging and urging me to wake up, but the feel of a warm body cuddled up tightly against my own made me argue back and ignore the calls of persistency. Relishing on the feel of Bryan's bare chest engulfing me from behind -- okay, that sounds kind of naughty, but oh well -- as if the mere thought of letting go would be atrocious. It warmed my heart to feel and know -- plus hearing once in a while -- that he loves me.
Ever since the...incident he's been so... I don't even know how to say it, but it's like if I disappear from his sight for even a second he panics. I hate how what (I'm trying to cut back on cursing, okay 'cause Bryan has kind of rubbed it on me, so understand me when I use my alternatives) lint licker carved a permanent scar on both of us. Well, more so literally on me, but...I don't really want to think about it, okay.
Ignoring those troubling thoughts I turned around to be cuddled face to face with my little Bry-pie, opening my eyes to bask in his beauty -- hey, what better way to wake up than to look at the one you love lying peacefully next to you. I felt like giggling as I watched his serene face. He was just so darn cute when he slept. I loved the feel of his arms around me -- and I'll ignore the feel of his morning wood pressed against my belly -- the way he made me breakfast in the mornings, since I can't cook fudge. I burn water for Christ’s sake! It's better if I stick to things that only need heating up in the microwave or the old' simple cereal, milk, and maybe some toast, but even then sometimes I end up making slightly too crunchy toast.
