House Of Memories (B.U.)

Ch. 3

I instinctively reached to plug my phone as I sat down, but Brendon snatched it from my hands and quickly typed in the password.

"Hey!" I laughed reaching over his lap and accidentally grabbing at his jeans, making him whistle and smile widely. "I wouldn't have told you my password if I knew you were a thief."

My cheeks flared red at his thought of me being suggestive. No one here was like him. At least not the people I hung around. And no one could get me to ditch school with as little effort as he did. Why? Did I want to impress him or something?

He laughed and nodded, "look at this face?" He pouted and batted his eyelashes. "Is this not the face of a trustworthy guy?"

I sat back into the seat and rolled down the window as Brendon revved the engine and bobbed his head along to the music. His hair flopped with each nod and I smiled at the how carefree he seemed.

"In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs, of every head he's had the pleasure to know, and all the people that come and go, stop and say hello," Brendon sang along to the song as he pulled out of the parking lot making the tires screech.

"Brendon! Be careful with my car."

He just laughed and turned up the song louder.

"Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. There beneath the blue suburban skies."

At some point I realized I was staring at him. How pursed his lips were and the way his tongue would flick out every now and then as he sang. His hair that was getting a bit too long and beginning to cover the top of his ears and his eyebrows. The way his one hand curled so seamlessly over the steering wheel and the other was left palm up next to the car seat.

I knew what that meant. But he didn't seem like the kind of guy who was into holding hands. He seemed like the type of person who would give you dozens of hickeys just to piss your parents off. 

Once the song stopped Brendon looked over at me with wide eyes, "So how long do you think it'll take to get there?"

"Probably about 25 minutes."

"Well then we certainly have some time to get to know each other. Ask me a question." He commanded.

"Ok Brendon Urine." I said forcing him to let out a loud laugh and shake his head. "Why did you move to Las Vegas?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "We have family here. I was born in St. George, Utah where my mom's side of the family lives, but they decided to move and get closer to my "daddy's" side of the family."

"When did you move here? Do you like it?"

He held up a hand to my face, actually face-palming me. "Aye aye! Only one question at a time, baby. Don't get greedy. It's my turn now."

I pushed his hand off and scoffed at him. "Fine. Go ahead."

"You're a pretty generous person to pick up a strange, yet undoubtedly charming, young man off the side of the road. What about me convinced you to let me get a ride?"

I blushed at the question. I couldn't tell Brendon that it was his smirk or his great hair or alluring voice. Even though it was obvious he was just looking for a compliment. "I don't know, when you told me you were a student I just took pity on you."

He squinted at me. "That's not the answer I wanted."

"Excuse me?"

"I was hoping to hear something about my godly good looks or captivating body. C'mon boost my ego." He whined.

I laughed. "I don't think your ego needs boosting."

He gasped. "Ouchhhh. I'm liking the honesty. I feel like I'm finally starting to get to know you. It's your turn to ask a question now."

"Everyone seems to like you at school and wanna be your friend. So why'd you text me to ditch class?"

"I mean yeah I made some "friends" or whatever, I don't know if you can call them that. I got a few girls' numbers, and some boys' numbers too. Are people just really nice here or something? I was surprised actually. In every class I was in, people just came up to me and treated me like I was a celebrity."

I shook my head. "No. They aren't that nice." I laughed. "It's just you. Do you not enjoy being treated like a celebrity?"

"No, don't get me wrong, I like it. All these girls were coming up to me and pressing themselves against me, trying to gain my attention. It was great." He smiled.

"It's probably because you're charming as hell." I exclaimed not realizing what I said until after I said it.

Brendon's mouth went wide as though he finally got the answer from me that he wanted. I slid lower in my seat. I couldn't believe I said that to him. He must already know it though. He just wanted me to admit it.

I cleared my throat. "I mean you're just really charismatic you know? You convinced me to give you a ride to school. You're really easy to talk to as well."

"Yeah well you seem like the first person to want to genuinely listen and talk to me. All the rest of them are superficial fucks."

I gasped. "Brendon! Don't say that..."

He looked confused. "Say what?"

"That word!"

"Fuck?" He smiled, knowing what he was doing.

"Yes. Don't say that."

"Why it's just a word?"

"I don't like it. It's vulgar and rude."

"Just like me." He smiled slightly.

I smiled a little, turning my body away and looking out the window. The freeway was buzzing with cars creating a swarm of traffic, but not traffic that was too intense so we would become held up. It was nice actually to just look out of the window and gaze at all of the buildings. Las Vegas had so many tall buildings.

Brendon grabbed at my knee.

"Hey, baby, I'm sorry. I won't say it around you unless you tell me it's okay." He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "I want you to know I respect you. Will you forgive me?" He pouted.

Respect me as he literally grabs at my body. I shook him off but he still made me smile. "Want to ask me a question now?"

"How many people have you slept with?"

"That's a little invasive, don't you think?"

He grinned, "yeah I'm kidding."

He smiled at me before grabbing my hand and bringing it up to his lips for the second time today. I blushed heavily and felt my pulse accelerate.

"You should probably concentrate on the road now. This is where it gets tricky." I stated, pointing to the exit.

I felt dizzy. I didn't know if it was from the summer heat, the hurried traffic speeding around us, or from Brendon's touch. I needed to get out of the car.