Sonder

| 12 | - You ( Part 2 )

{ 08/09/16 - 1:12 am }

It started to pour heavily outside as to where warnings flashed everywhere. On phones, televisions, radios, and even sirens outside. Brandon and I nearly got caught in the storm while making out way inside which resulted in both of us drenches in rain.

"Hea', I still got the couple outfits ya' left ova' hea'. The towels an' rags in the guest bathroom closet." Brandon handed me my laced dark blue Victoria's Secret underwear set, my white tank, and black Nike shorts.

"Thank you."

"Some of ya' smell goods in a lil' box unda'neath the sink, if ya' need'em." B nervously scratched the back of his neck that was covered by his long wet curls. He seemed so nervous, which reminded me about how he was when we were teenagers. The first time I slept over his house.

{ 11/04/10 - 6:37 pm }

"You like it?" His shoulder length curls were pulled into a low sloppy bun, his sweats hung a little low, and his fresh white T-shirt was wrinkled. Brandon had just finished adding the finishing touches to his first apartment. It is a one bedroom one bath in a nice area.

"Yes, it's really nice." I told my parents that I was over a friends, so I didn't have a set time to be home, plus they most likely wouldn't notice anyway.

"It's gettin' late Bri. A lil' too late fa' you ta' even be thinkin' bout walkin or catchin the bus home." Brandon's car got messed up, and he was currently waiting for Rio to fix it. Rio is a huge street God. He has multiple mechanical businesses, construction business, and a drug cartel. Brandon and him grew a father to son relationship when he found Brandon sleeping in the bathroom of one of his businesses.

"I was thinking I could stay here, maybe." My voice could barely be heard, yet he heard me perfectly.

"Yeah. I, um," Brandon nervously bit the corner of his plump lips, and his hands went to the back of his neck, "It's no pra'lem. You ca' sleep wid' me, if ya' want ofcourse." He jumbled his words together quickly which made me smile a little. It was rare when he would get nervous around me, but when he did I loved it.

"Yeah, I don't mind sleeping in the same bed as you Brandon. We have slept in one bed together before."

"Yeah, ya' right. Just this time we are alone, fa'real. Like no inta'ruptions, a'nothin' like that."

"I know Brandon. I'm comfortable with it. I trust you."

{ 08/09/16 }

The shower I took relaxed my whole body. I felt more calm and at ease, but still full of energy. I was simply no where near tired, which led me to Brandon's room. His body lie flat, one arm in his pants, and the other propped behind his head. He didn't look to be asleep, yet he was still, the room dark with low music playing.

"Brandon, you awake?"

"Yeah." Carefully, I tip-toed to his bedside and crawled in, making myself comfortable.

"What are you thinking about?" I could make out the outline of him and somehow my hand found his hair as I played in his luscious locks, and massaged his scalp.