~ Brinley's POV ~
"And we will always remember Michael Jacob Andrews." the pastor finished. Being that my brother died, I thought I'd be an emotional wreck. No, I'm just more courageous and fierce as my parents like to say. Which is the complete opposite of how I'd position myself. But parents will be parents. "Come on, we're going home." my dad mumbled vigorously at my mother. "Luther, we have to go to that dinner or-" she stammered. "There will be no dinner. We'll eat at home goddammit." he sternly growled. It's crucial that my mother listens to him. Or we go home and the yelling and fighting never stops. But I just leave I mean, I have no point in staying there anyway.
As we pulled up at my house I couldn't get out any quicker from the car. Almost stumbling honestly. I look forward to leaving. I jogged to my room and changed into a less formal outfit. More grunge then anything. I got my phone and my penny board and went downstairs and to my front door. My living room smelt of cigarettes, chanel perfume and vodka. "Brinley get back here girl!" my dad shouted and walked to me quickly. "Where the hell are you going? Your mother is making dinner. Have some damn respect and stay and eat with us." I looked at hi with a blank face. I though 'If I stay he'll yell and complain, but if I go? Then I don't have to put up with him.' I licked my lips. "Uhm, I'd rather catch a meal at a friends house or something." I kinda shrugged. "After all, I'm not very hungry anyway." he looked at me, parting his lips to say something but didnt. "Fine. Go. You never spend time with us anyway!" I raised an eyebrow then shook my head leaving. And on my way to Justin's house I go.
~ Justin's POV ~
"No, mom I'm fine. Yes..yes I had a great day. Mom no one is gonna rob us. I am 18 years old I think I can take care of myself. Mom I'm not having sex! Okay..I love you too. Goodbye." I sighed and hung up from talking with my mom on the phone. I love her to death but sometimes she's a bit overboard with the caring and loving. Don't get me wrong, I love it all, but sometimes I need space. Anyway, I fixed my hair and went to the kitchen. Before I could get there I heard a knock at the door. I went to it and opened it. There stood well, if I do say so myself, the most beautiful girl in the world. Besides my mom of course. Brinely. I like, no I'm in love with her. Of course, I'm out of her league though. She likes bad guys. I'm just a stupid singer. She interrupted me, smiling. "So are you gonna let me in or not dork?" She giggled. I smiled, oh that giggle, that smile. She drives me crazy I swear. "Of course." I oddly chuckled and stepped aside for her. "Thank you sire." she giggled and set her penny board down. May I say damn her backside looked good. "Sorry I didn't call before coming over. Some stuff was happening at home." she mumbled the last part and turned to me. I understandingly nodded. "Well you don't ever have to call. I love your company." I said soft and sweet. "Your so corny." she giggled a bit. I kinda half smiled, only wishing she could understand.
~ later ~
After a while of just hanging out, I realized how tired Brinely got. "Do you want me to drive you home, maybe?" I suggested. "No. I wanna stay with you." she quietly demanded. I nodded, not arguing and picking her up from the couch in my room and putting her in bed. I took her shoes and jacket off then took my shoes and shirt off and laid in bed, pulling the covers over us. I dream of this moment I'm having with her. The cuddling, talking, just all of it. She's just so oblivious to how I feel...
