Detroit. •b.t.• (Completed)

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Sage

"Bryson, stop moving!" I giggled as he refused to stay still.

We were in photography class and the teacher gave us a free day, so we were just messing around with the cameras.

"What you mean, boo? That's all you"

"Just let me take your picture. Only one, I promise"

"I want to take a picture of you too"

"I just want to take one first"

"Let's do it at the same time"

I nodded. "1. . .2. . .3!"

Click!

The camera had taken my photo of him.

I zoomed in on Bryson's face to take a closer look.

My brain told me that something was off.

I just couldn't figure it out yet.

Then I saw it.

His face.

His face read fine, but his eyes spoke levels.

They read sad.

"Bryson, could we speak outside?"

I looked at the teacher for approval and he nodded.

My teachers had begun to treat me differently when they found out who my father was.

They were hoping for some of his money, and some of them weren't too afraid to admit it.

It was heavily suggested that I tell my father how good they were treating me.

Bryson and I went outside the classroom, and he leaned against the dirty and cracked wall beside it.

I could hear the construction people tearing apart a room not too far from here.

I wasn't too sure on where though.

I reached my hand up and ran my hands down his face.

"Bryson, what's wrong?"

"What you talking about, boo? I'm good"

His voice sounded deeper.

"You're tired" I stated, looking at the bags under his eyes.

"Couldn't sleep" He averted his eyes towards the ceiling.

"Bryson . . .you can trust me, right?"

He nodded. "Of course I can"

My hand rubbed against his cheek as he stared down at me.

"I care about you" I mumbled.

"I can't tell you. Not here. It's not the right place or time."

"When?"

"Can you come over today?" He swallowed hard.

"I - I don't think I can"

"It's nothing like that, boo"

The sense of urgency in his voice let me know that it was something deeper than what he was letting on.

"I'll ask Camilla"

-

Bryson's arm loosely wrapped around my waist as we watched some stupid random show on tv.

I didn't bother to say anything about changing the channel though, because I came here to talk to Bryson and to be in his company.

"I'll be back. I gotta go to the bathroom"