(There is a smol time skip plz no h8)
I leaned back in my chair, chewing on my pencil. "This doesn't make any sense, subliminal tongues? I mean it could, but I hate it." I scribbled out what I was writing, what goes with tongues? Nothing goes with the word tongues.
"Criminal tongues?" Brendon piped up. "That sound better, thank you!" I wrote that down on my notepad, everything here looked like chicken scratch. "Can you read this?" I held it up for him to see. "What the hell does that say?" I smiled and got out a new piece of paper, copying the lyrics so we could read it.
I hummed out a melody, this is gospel... That works, it sounded decent. Are started writing notes in under the worlds, scribbling a makeshift scale. Okay... This is easier than I thought. "How's this?" Brendon was working on a song, too. He looked so relaxed when he worked, it must be something he really enjoys. I got up and sat next to him on the couch, glancing at his lyrics. "In the Vegas lights... I like it." I shoved my lyrics over his and demanded he read them. "This looks, fantastic actually. I love it." I grinned big and put aside the lyrics, reading through his completely.
"Change that it doesn't sound right.." I pointed at one of the words and he scribbled it out. We went over alternatives and I didn't realize I was holding onto his arm, leaning my head on it. I pushed off but he pulled me in (ooh your original sin) with his arm, holding onto me. "I'm tired, I should probably go home." I tried to work my way out of this situation. "You can stay here, I'll bring some pillows and blankets out." I shook my head, tending up. But he went to get them anyways. "I'm fine, really." I waved my hands. "You shouldn't drive when you're tired, goodnight (Y/N)." He turned out the lights and I laid down on his couch.
Fuck. His house is cold. He probably did this on purpose. No giving in. I cuddled up in the thin blanket, shivering. You asshole... I got up and went to his room. "Do you have another blanket or..." Man he falls asleep quickly. Should I wake him up or find my own blanket? I slowly closed the door and it squeaked like an old car on the highway. Oddly specific. "Do you need something, doll?" I reopened the door and light poured in. "Another blanket preferably." He got up. Kill me now. I stared at the shirtless Brendon in pajama pants. "Will this be okay?" He held up a pillow case. "Bren, that's not a blanket." I laughed. He must be exhausted. "That's all I have, I'm sorry.." He sounded really upset with himself, like he was supposed to have another blanket for unexpected guests. "You could sleep with me."
"No, no, nooooo I'm fi-" I was scooped up by a set of warm arms. "Fine. No funny business mister." I crawled into his bed, laying all the way on the edge of it. "I don't have a disease, you can come closer (Y/N)." I scooted closer and he wrapped his arms around me, quickly falling asleep. He snores. How cute. He also talks. Nice.
"Shh, (Y/N) it's okay. Don't be nervo..." He sounded high, oh my god. "We have to perf... stage fright isn't an option." Is he talked about the duo? He dreams about it? That's kinda funny, what a passionate man. He can't even get a break from my career when he sleeps.
I thought about the past month. The contest. The milkshakes. The goofing off when we went for putt-putt. It was really fun. He got so angry when he missed, what a child. I would laugh hysterically when he would throw his club on the ground and stomp off, only to return.
~ Flashback ~
"You're such a drama queen!" I was holding onto my knees to prevent from falling over, laughing. "Well I shot at it four times and I still missed! This game is angering!" I rolled my eyes and took his hand, moving onto the next course. "So I'm in the lead with 41 points, you have 53." I wrote down the numbers and added them up so far. "Don't rub it in.." He set down his ball and carefully hit it, hole in one! "YES YES! I DID IT! MWHAHAHAHA!" He jumped up and down his hands in the air. "Calm down happy Gilmore."
~ end flashback ~
(Idk what I'm writing hahdjsbfj I have to leave my dad soon and I won't see him until Christmas :( )
