Matchmaker (a Brandon Flowers fanfic)

|chapter 4|

You know that feeling you get when you're physically close to your crush and you can't move because they are right there? Well, that is kind of how I felt when Brandon picked me first. I definitely could not move. Everyone, including Brandon and Ivory, stared at me, expecting me to say something.

"Alright," I finally choked out of my frozen-shut mouth. Brandon gave me a little smile and held his hand out to me. Before taking it, I looked over at Ivory, Tanner, Hanna, and Renee to see if they had any reaction. Ivory, to say the least, was furious. Of course she didn't like that he chose to talk to me first. She didn't like me. Tanner didn't look like she cared. Hanna looked slightly surprised, but pleasantly surprised. Renee still had the same look on her face as when she first came through the door: terrified. I wondered what had made her so scared. She had willingly came here to meet Brandon, hadn't she? She would've expected this, for sure. Renee didn't look stupid. Taking Brandon's hand, I let him lead me through the doorway of the dining room and into the foyer-type room.

"So your name is Willa," he stated, letting go of my hand when we reached the middle of the foyer. I nodded. "What is there to know about Willa?"

"What are you wanting to know about Willa?" I countered.

"Well," he started, looking over at me. I returned the gaze. "how are you so gorgeous?" I just blushed. For me, it's hard to receive a compliment. It's easy to give one, but to receive one is on a whole other level. "I simply cannot keep my eyes off of you."

"Thanks," I laughed, looking down at the ground.

"No need to thank me, since it's true," he replied. That smooth bastard.

"Well, there's more to me than just the beauty," I said, smiling and looking up at him.

"Then tell me what is under the beauty," Brandon demanded, gaining eye contact with me and smirking.

"Again, what are you wanting to know?"

"Tell me about your life. Family, school, hobbies, likes, dislikes, I'll take anything."

"My mother, sister, and I live about two minutes from here. I haven't seen my father for as long as I can remember; he ran out on us when I was four. I'm a sophomore in high school with average grades... I like to read and write... and listen to music... and I don't like spiders," I explained, nearly running out of things to say at the end. Brandon got a look on his face that said that he was thinking, and then something finally popped into his head.

"What kinds of music?" he asked. He had a suspicious look on his face, like he was hiding something.

"Anything, really..." I trailed off.

"I want to show you something," he said, taking my hand again and leading me towards the staircase on the right.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere." Once we got to the top of the stairs, he pulled me down the hall and towards a sliding door that was wooden with small glass squares like a checkerboard. Carefully he slid it open and brought me inside. Wall-tall shelves lined the walls, overflowing with books of different sizes and colors. Light from the sunset filtered through the window at the end of the room, shining on a desk right under it. The only thing that made the room not symmetrical was the large piano sitting in the left-hand corner next to the desk. The dark wood of the piano had been shined and the keys wiped. Whoever cleaned it wanted to make it look gorgeous, and they succeeded.

"Welcome to my study," he exclaimed, holding his arms up as if he was showing off some amazing creation.

"It's very nice," I breathed out, admiring its beauty. It was just a study, but it was a kind of study that I would want if I was rich.

"Thanks," he laughed. "Now, onto what I wanted to show you." Brandon gently pulled me over to the piano and let go of me as he sat down on the bench in front of it. Hesitantly, I stood right where Brandon let go of me. He looked up at me and chuckled a little. "Sit down. I don't bite." Nodding quickly, I gradually sat down next to him and smoothed out my dress. His eyes and mine met for a few seconds.

"What did you want to show me?" I asked, keeping him on his original topic. He cleared his throat.

"Yes, um, well, you said that you liked every kind of music so I thought that I could play something for you. I just mastered it a few days ago and didn't have anyone to play it for besides Orrey. Now, though, I have someone new to impress," he explained, smiling. Then, he adjusted his fingers on the keys and began to play. It sounded like an angel had came down from the clouds and took over his body. After a couple of minutes, he removed his fingers from the keys and I thought the song finished. However, the song kept playing and I became terrified.

"What?" I murmured out of fright.

"Don't be worried. When I modified this piano, I built in a setting that if it was turned on, the piano would recognize the beginning notes of certain songs and continue to play the rest of it," he assured me. "Since that setting is currently on..." Abruptly, he stood up and held his hand out to me again. "Would you care to dance?"

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AN: sorry it's kinda short, but i wanted to extend their "date" so it would last longer. anyways, thanks for keeping up with the story so far! maybe someone would like to drop a comment...? it would be appreciated! :)