the wild child

Something about coffee and B?

"Um...i..um thanks for letting me sleep here."I say timidly. Trying to understand what i was actually going to say. What was i about to tell this boy?

"Hey buttercup, it was my pleasure. I'm glad you called me instead of someone else."he says slying," besides, im open any time. "

"Thanks Aiden," i say groggily, actually letting sleeping was reaching me.

"Welcome buttercup." he say as I snuggled closer into him.

"Hey Aiden?" I ask more to see if he's awake than anything. "Yeah, buttercup?" he says and I'm forced into saying something because now I caught his attention. "I'm sleeping late as always. I like my coffee dark, no creamer and a little sugar." I say holding my hand in a pinching motion to signify how little.

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Branson POV

She hates it when I'm serious . When I use her first name. "Hey Piper?" I ask. "Yea, what's up?"she responds. "Where can i find the sheets and blankets?" She answers,"the second door down the hall to the left." I mumble a "thanks" and make my way to the door." Also, I'm leaving tomorrow, I just need to talk to Dez first. Thanks again." I think to myself, 'then, I will talk to vincent. This shìt is messed up. So damn stupid. I got the blankets and go set up a futon where I'm sleeping. It's beyond clear she doesn't want me here. I dose off to that thought

Dreams

''Nothing, nothing. That is what's happening. Absolutely nothing." Im ashamed she is seeing me like this. "Branson you promised," she whispers, her voice breaking. The blood trickles down my arm from where I put out my blunt on my arm. Why is it this two that always combine? I hate these memories. And today I'm still numb. The pain of knowing what happened. It's real. She probably thought...bad things about me. She was probably right. A pointed gun to my head and now my best friend was aware and prepared for the worst. He had taken the gun and shot three bullets upward and then told me to run.

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"Hey buttercup, butttttteeeerrrrcuuupppp wake upppp"i hear a voice laugh. "huh?" I say rolling over. I like my sleep a good bit. "I have coffee." the voice bargains, and this catches me attention. "Coffee?" I ask. "Yeah, someone's here for you too, he said to just say B is here and she'll k--." I cut him off," No, tell him she isn't here. I am NOT here tell him to gooooooo!" I boom, I really don't want to see him. "Why buttercup? Who is he do I have to beat him?" He asks quizzing me, watching my features flare up as his voice raises.