Fun, Young Hearts

Midnight Adventures Part One.

I climb into the passenger side of his car and fasten my seat belt, I catch him staring at me the whole time. It takes him a few seconds to realise he's staring at me, he smiles and starts up is car.

"So where are we going?" I ask

"Well my place first, I need to grab some things"

"And after that?"

"It's a surprise" It's a surprise, I hope it's like the fairground was, a great distraction.

"What do you need to get?"

"Some clothes and stuff"

"Clothes?"

"Yeah, y'know fabric and stuff that people cover themselves with" he smirks, I roll my eyes and scoff

"You're an ass" he laughs at me "why'd you need more clothes"

"Because... when we get to where I'm taking you it'll be late, we won't get back until Sunday"

"Sunday! Why Sunday?"

"Long drive there, sleep spend the full Saturday there, there's loads to do and drive back early Sunday morning"

"But I have to meet Spencer like every weekend"

"You don't 'have to' do anything, you don't need to be on such a strict schedule, live a little, trust me" he's got a point I guess. Last time

"What!? But... look at me"

"Believe me I have been, you look good"

"Yeah with my black eyes and greasy hair, I haven't showered in days" he laughs at me, I just glare at him "It's not fair, you get to have clean clothes and shiny hair"

"You have shiny hair"

"Shiny with grease" he laughs again "Brendoonnn!" I whine at him

"You can have a quick shower at my place, quick though"

"What about clothes?"

"Borrow some of mine"

"Your jeans will be too big and short"

"Too big? C'mon man I have feelings"

"You have feelings? Are you sure?Besides that's not what I mean, I- you have a bigger ass than me"

"You've been looking?"

"Im-well-  I... yeah, it's pretty hard not to when your jeans look painted on"

"I don't blame you, it's a great ass" we both laugh at that remark "just put your jeans back on and borrow a tshirt then" he suggests, pulling up to his house. His tee's might not be that baggy, since everyone I've seen him in rides up and shows his  stomach whenever he lifts his arms.

"Where's the bathroom?"

"Door next to the TV in my room, be quick Ryan"

I run upstairs, through Brendon's room to the bathroom. It's a basic bathroom, a mixture of blue and white tiles cover the walls and floor, small shower with no shower curtain. This guy doesn't even have a shower curtain really?   I shrug it off, strip down and jump in. I can hear Brendon in his room getting clothes and stuff, what if he walks in? Please don't walk in, that thought makes me shower a whole lot faster. I dry my legs off so I can fit my jeans back on, putting skinny jeans on with wet legs is a fucking nightmare. Oh fuck I need underwear. I peak my head around the door to see Brendon sat on the edge of his bed texting.

"Brendon" he looks up at the door and a big grin grows on his face. "Do you have any underwear?"

"No" he jokes