The Blue Door (Van McCann Fanfiction)

Van: It Is What It Is

Brynn called me out for disappearing for nearly a month, which amused and confused me at the same time.

"I was coming to terms that maybe you're dead," she said, with a cute glare on her face as she walked out of the building. Laughing, I trailed her from behind.

"Brynn, can you slow down? It's difficult to talk when you are walking like this," I said, reaching for her hand so I could keep up with her pace, to which she resisted at first, but she eventually calmed down.

"Where have you been?" She pouted.

"Uhm, London? Didn't I tell you that?" I tilted my head at her, eyebrows furrowed.

"You did," she exhaled loudly.

"Then? What is the problem?" I asked her.

"Nothing," she animatedly answered.

I lead her into the corner of the alley and locked my gaze into her brown eyes, which startled her a bit, as her body pressed against the brick wall. "You are so moody... I can't keep up with you."

"Hmm," she pursed her lips.

"Do you want to drink?"

"Why are you carrying a backpack? And what
are you doing in New York?"

"A. I was actually planning to drop by your apartment right after this party. B. For work, as usual," I smiled.

We ended up having a couple of drinks at a bar outside of the party since the warehouse was getting a little too packed for Brynn's liking. Her gloomy mood was turned around when she told me about a guy from her workplace. Her eyes glistened with joy at the mention of him.

I gotta be honest. Listening to Brynn talked about another guy was making me uncomfortable - a feeling I should not have.

"Why won't you talk to him?"

"I don't know how to..."

"You don't know how to talk? That's new," I chuckled.

"Hey! It's different with you, okay?" She smacked my chest.

"Different how?"

"Different in a sense of we are friends and that I don't see you the way I see him. You know?"

"Yeah," I nodded, trying to hide the churn in my stomach. I had no idea why her words were making me frazzled.

"Come on. Let's go back to my place," she said, downing her final cocktail. I had the hardest time stopping myself from staring at Brynn that night. I couldn't help it. She was always looking beautiful.

"Can I hold your hands?" I playfully grinned.

"Why?"

"So I won't get lost. New York is a really scary place at night."

"You're impossible. Do you know that?" She laughed, shaking her head, but she placed her hand in mine nonetheless.

I was smiling when we both stood in front of her blue door. Her place was becoming my secret haven - a place where I could escape from my reality for a moment.

It felt really nice to hang out with only Brynn at her place that night. There were just too much going on with the band that I really needed a bit of a time to myself, just so I won't go crazy. Brynn was watching a cooking competition, to which she ended up sobbing when the contestants were eliminated. Laughing, I handed her a box of tissue which was placed on top of the side table next to me.

"She was my favourite contestant. I can't believe she's gone," she cried.

I laughed even harder.

"You're a jerk. Do you know that?"

"I've been told," I said, placing my arm around her, bringing her closer to me so I could stroke her hair. She placed her head onto my shoulder blade and her fingers began to fondle with my necklace as her sobs eased down.

It was oddly comforting to hold her so close like that - another feeling I should not have.

"I missed you." That was definitely something I should not say, but my mouth had said it anyway.

I slowly shifted my body to the side, turning slightly away from Brynn and backed her onto the couch. I pressed my body against her as she laid beneath me, making my half mast hardened in an instant. I grabbed her legs, hitching them around my hip as my lips trailed along her neck.

Brynn let out a soft moan, which made me even harder. My hand immediately worked its way to her knee and then her inner thigh. Her breaths became long and slow, when my fingers rested at the inner seam of her jeans.

Her eyes flashed open and locked on mine. Her breath was heavy, matching mine when her hand was stroking the length against my jeans.

"We should go to my room. I don't want my friends to run in on us."