Sweetheart

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Aurora's POV:

"Hey, Brendon?", I ask, slouching myself on the side of the wall, leading into our hallway.

"Yeah, babe?", he responds, turning his gaze to me.

He was sitting on the couch, watching the TV in basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. (yes please)

"Do you wanna come to the park with me?", I ask.

"Not really, no.", Brendon said, bluntly.

I gave him a fake-annoyed look and he smiled, blowing me a kiss.

I sighed/groaned and set my stuff back down, plopping myself on the couch and pulling my phone from my pocket.

He furrows an eyebrow and looks down at me.

"Well...", Brendon trails off.

"Well what?", I ask.

"You're not going anymore?"

I shake my head.

"You know I have that social anxiety thing. Odds are, there's gonna be a lot of people at the park and you know I won't feel comfortable without someone I'm comfortable with, next to me.", I explain.

He opens his mouth, like forming a syllable and nodding. Like mouthing "Oh.", but not. You know? It's not like a major part of this story so I'm not gonna continue to elaborate on this, you can just imagine him doing whatever you want. You can make him re-make the milk fic, or like do a backflip. Doesn't matter. What the hell am I doing? I'm sorry I'm running out of ideas so I'm rambling on cause I have no idea where this story is going. I hope I don't come to my senses before I publish cause this would be funny. Anyways.

Brendon nods, pauses, then sighs, standing up.

"Alright."

He rubs his hands along either of his thighs, stretching out his exaggerated sigh.

"Let's go."

I shake my head, "It's okay. You don't have to."

Brendon pauses again.

"What did you want to do at the park?", He wonders.

"Fucking slag dragons, Brendon.", I joke.

"Silly... they're aren't dragons at the park.", he embraces the joke.

I roll my eyes and stand up with him.

"I wanna hatch this 10k egg."

His eyes widen.

"Woah, bitch! You got a 10k egg?!", Brendon pulls my phone in front of his face.

"Yeah... me and Spencer-", I began explaining how I got it, when he furrows an eyebrow.

"You... you and Spencer?", He questions.

I nod, slowly.

"Yeah, two days ago me and Spence walked on the beach. Bro, it was stacked with water-type and then I got this 10k egg."

"Awfully romantic.", he scowls.

I let out a muffled laugh, "Pokemon Go on the beach? So romantic...", I giggle.

He doesn't.

"Aw, is Brenny jealous?", I ask, poking his side.

He doesn't react.

"Brendon... there's no need to be. He's your best friend. Not to mention, I love you, not him."

Brendon nods.

"You... you didn't invite me."

I bite my lip, shoving his chest and beginning to walk out the door.

"Asshole."

He laughs, following behind me.

"Sorry, sweetheart.", He cooed.

I playfully glare at him, he knows my weakness is when he calls me that.

He smirks proudly.

I grab his hand.

"Off to the park.", I exclaim, beginning to walk down the side way.

"Off to cheat on Spencer.", he jokes.

I wait a bit before asking, "Are you really jealous of Spencer?"

He shrugs, "I guess."

"Baby, I love Spencer, but not the way I love you. I love to look at you, and it's to-die-for when you look at me. You calling me sweetheart or biting lip drives me mad. Those are only a few-"

Brendon cuts me off with a kiss. Passionate. I can tell.

(A/N: I fucking spelt "can" with a k at first fml)

"Flirt.", I mumble, wiping his slobber from the sides of my mouth.

He giggles and bites his lip.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart."

A/N: Hey!! Sorry if that sucked, I wanted to quickly get something out. I feel like it would be nice and it could be longer but I felt like that was a good ending, plus I wasn't sure if anything excited would come at the park. I say it like that because normally I come up with ideas as I write, I just need a place to start. I think that's pretty cool, but sometimes not cause I get stuck easily. Enough about me. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and this book overall. I would love feedback from you guys, also. Thank you so so much for reading, commenting, and voting. It means the world to me.

-Emma💘

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