Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 40

Brandon's POV

Dave, Ronnie and Mark were kind enough to come with me to say goodbye to Abby and Bradly. We watched as the two loaded Bradly's truck with boxes. "You're holding up surprisingly well," Bradly said to me as he passed me after loading what seemed to be his last box.

I just nodded because if I were to speak, I'd lose it. He smiled sympathetically and clasped his hand on my shoulder. "Chin up, dude. You're going to see her again and she's gonna be just as into you, if not more." He began to walk towards the driver's seat, but then turned back to face me, "oh -- I recommend you go up to Abby's room if you want to, you know, say your goodbyes to her in private, if you know what I mean."

I looked at the other guys who did each did one of the three things: A. nod at me, B. wiggled their thick-ass eyebrows at me and C. whistled at me -- and I think you can piece together who did what.

I walked into the house and I couldn't help but wonder why neither of their parents were there to say goodbye. On top of that I wondered about Andrew -- and then I had the disheartening realization that no one Bradly loved was there to say goodbye to him.

Before I got too deep into thought, I went upstairs to Abby. Her bedroom door was open and she was just sitting on her bed staring up at the ceiling. "Hey," I mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear, but not so loud that I startle her.  She turned her head and looked at me -- and that's all she did. She didn't speak a single word or make any sudden movement. Slowly, I walked over and sat next to her. "Are you alright?" I asked softly.

"Can you believe we're probably never going to sleep in this bed ever again?" She whispered.

"Well...we're probably gonna sleep in a new bed," I shrugged.

"Yeah, but this is the bed where I finally got the nerve to tell you how I felt about you."

"Heh, that was pretty great -- but I'm pretty sure it isn't this bed that made it special."

"I guess so -- and the night after prom."

"Oh yeah, it was definitely the bed that made that special," I giggled, "but I guess that could have happened somewhere else."

Abby chuckled and shook her head at me, "you're not wrong."

"If you're so attached to this bed, why don't we create one last memory on it?"

"If you're suggesting we have sex when my brother, who's just been pronounced single, is waiting for me outside--"

"Bradly's single?"

"Yeah, his jerk-off of a boyfriend broke it off -- why? Do you want his number?"

"No! And no I don't want to have sex either."

Abby patted my cheek, "it's alright, I think I know what you mean." She pulled my face forward and then we were kissing. She pushed me down on the bed and let my hand trail up under the back of her shirt.

Abby's POV

After (what seemed like) a couple of minutes of full-blown making out with Brandon for the last time, Bradly honked his horn and shouted, "OKAY KIDDOS, ENOUGH SUCKING FACE," loud enough that the entire neighborhood could hear him.

"Wait -- can he see us?" Brandon gasped.

"No! At least I hope not," I laughed.

He let out a sigh of relief then giggled a little. "Remember when my mom caught us in my bedroom?"

"Oh my God, that was so terrifying!" I pushed myself off him and stood up. "I've never been more panicked in my life!"

He stood up after me, "well, at least now she knows that we will probably one day share, not only my bedroom, but an entire house," he put his hands on my shoulder and started moving me towards the door, before I could warn him to not be so sure he whispered, "I don't care what you say, I'm gonna make sure it happens," into my ear.