Brandon's P.O.V
Her face seemed more beautiful than it did in on screen. Seeing her, in my presence, caused a huge dorky smile to slip through my chapped lips.
All she did was look at me, getting up from her seat, leaving her purse on the ground.
I rubbed my neck, giving her the same smile as she walked towards me.
But suddenly, she wasn't walking anymore. Lucy leaped like a gazelle, as it was being chased by a lion.
Surprised at her response, I looked at her moving through the different varieties of people, almost in a zigzag pattern.
Once she met with me, her tiny legs, jumped as far as they could, wrapping her arms and legs around my body.
Quickly responding, I grabbed her bottom pulling her up. And like the little kid I am, I laughed spinning in a circle as I hugged her tightly.
"Hi my little princess.~" I say smoothly, hiding my head in the crook of her neck.
"You little mother f-" Lucy spoke, but I covered her mouth nodding my head.
"Yes I know, I lied. And it was a shitty excuse." I state, balancing my weight on my suitcase.
She huffed, pulling herself down. As she adjusted her shirt, and black hair, I combed my curly hair, examining every part of her.
"What are you looking at dork?" She questioned, raising her right eyebrow.
I shook my head, grabbing her fragile pale hand.
Noticing her ears turn red, I chucked under my breath.
"My car is over here." She said, pointing to the silver Honda.
I nodded in response, following close behind her.
She grabbed her keys, from her jacket, causing a small navy blue box to fall to the ground.
I let go of her hand, picking up the box.
"What are you gonna do with this? Propose to me?" I ask jokingly.
She turned around, blushing slightly.
"N-no..just open it stupid." She responded.
I laughed softly, slowly opening the lid.
I choked, covering my mouth with my hand.
She must've noticed that I stopped in my tracks, because she turned around looking at me concerned.
Examining the tiny gold necklace, I found something engraved on the inside.
Hise..
I smiled, as my finger roamed the chain and square type charm.
"I remember when I asked you why mice is a plural for mouse, but why hise isn't the plural of house. And every since then, I thought I'd get a two gold necklaces engraved with hice and mice." She whispered as she played with the other necklace.
"But that's not fair. I didn't get you anything." I say, feeling guilty.
She laughed, ruffling my hair. "You brought yourself, and that's all I need."
I laughed along with her, pulling her into a hug.
"Te amo, Lucy~" I whispered in her ear, before letting her go, as I walked towards the car she directed us to.
Her confused face, shuffled for the keys again, unlocking the car. Pulling the trunk open, I threw my luggage inside.
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Teen Fiction"If mice is a plural for mouse, then why isn't hice a plural for house?" ~~~~~~~~~ Brandon Johnson, a sixteen year old boy who lives in California. Just like any other boy, he falls in love with a girl, he feels he'll never get. But one day, the...