What's Done is Done

Chapter 12

Finally the last bell rings, and I finally get to meet up with Brandon. Yes! I have a feeling that we're going to be good, even great, friends.

"Hey there, Allie Bear," Brandon greets me with a smirk as he spots me running over to him.

I tuck a strand of my reddish-brown, stick straight, thin hair behind my ear and throw into a fit of giggles. "Hi, Brandy Bear." I tease him.

Brandon chuckles and he reaches for my hand. Following my instinct, I hold his soft and smooth hand. 

It's as if there's a spark of electricity between the two of us. The handholding makes us stand closer together. My arms touch his, my legs touch his. 

Okay, it feels great - actually, fantastic. 

Is it possible that we could be more than just friends?

Whoa, whoa, get a hold of yourself, Al. I silently tell myself. We literally met seven hours ago.

We let go of each other, and pull away from each other much to my dismay. But I hide the dismay fairly well.

"So, let's begin the tour of the 'wonderful' town of Olds Groves," I say, putting air quotes around the word 'wonderful', which brings a chuckle out of Brandon. "It was established in 1700, a little more than three hundred years ago. It's one of the oldest towns in Connecticut that still exists. Right now there's only a population of 2000, therefore it's a small town. There are only four schools - Olds Groves Elementary School, Middle School, High School, and  Academy. Oh, and there's Olds Groves Preschool Center, so I guess that counts. All those schools are built on a single road called Educational Drive...lame, I know. The most exciting parts of town - just barely exciting - is Main Street and downtown which are adjacent to each other. Main Street has all the shops, small restaurants, bakeries, the bank, the post  office, and such. Downtown has the mall, the pizzeria, Walmart, Sam's Club, Chuck-E-Cheese, the bowling alley,  the YMCA, the Boys and Girls Club, the community center, and the outdoor swimming pool that's only open from late May to mid September. It's the most fun part of town and mostly kids and teenagers hang out there. Um...what else...oh, yeah, there's uptown with the hospitals and the emergency services like the fire station and police station and the suicide prevention center and places like that - and most importantly, the pregnancy clinic. Um, Olds Groves' neighborhoods are kind of divided up into the rich side, the middle class side, and the poor side. The rich neighborhoods have mansions that look exactly the same. The middle class neighborhoods have normal two-story houses that look exactly the same except painted different colors. The poor neighborhoods are trailer parks, run-down apartments, and projects - it's referred to as the ghetto. Well, that's just a brief synopsis of Olds Groves, Connecticut." I gulp up air, for I almost run out of breath because of all that speaking.

Brandon laughs. "A brief synopsis?! Jesus Christ, that was an overly detailed description!" He pauses then adds quickly, "Of course, I don't mind. I'm very fond of chatterboxes." He smiles warmly.

I return the warm smile. "That's good because I'm one hell of a chatterbox."

Brandon and I laugh and he says, "Me too."

I then show him around. We stop at the park (which I forgot to mention). We walk throughout the shortest trail (I'm pregnant, so I really shouldn't walk through the longer trails), just talking about various things.

I learn a lot about Brandon. He's sixteen years old like me and his birthday is the same month as mine (my birthday is September 1 and his birthday is September 4, making me four days older than him!). He's in a big family; there's his parents (duh), his two older identical twin brothers named Aaron and Avery who are seventeen years old, his two little sisters Diana who's thirteen and Lucy who's twelve, and last but not least, his baby sister Emily who is only two years old. That's six kids! Damn! He's smart, logical, calm, and responsible for his age; he's a virgin and never had a girlfriend before except for one in third grade which obviously doesn't count. Everyone says he's a kind and caring and understanding guy, and he's a good listener and good at giving people advice. He loves kids and used to babysit back in Nashville. His dream job is either to be an elementary school teacher or child psychologist. He was formerly shy and quiet, but he decided to open up and becomes more outgoing, he's excellent at making friends. 

Brandon Riverson sounds like a truly amazing, wonderful, and exceptional guy. I tell him so, and he gives me a sincere thank you.

Then I confide in him about myself. I was involved in a serious relationship with Daniel Walker for almost two years and back in the summer around July, I lost his virginity to him and forgot to use protection resulting into an unexpected pregnancy. I told him I wasn't ready to be a mother since I'm only sixteen, but I'm going to try my absolute best to be a good mom to my children. I even told him that I got kicked outta the house when my parents found out that I was pregnant. I was living with my best friend Delilah Wentworth and her parents. Delilah was my BFF and we've met when we were five in kindergarten and we've been BFFs ever since then. I used to have four other good friends, but they cut off their friendship with me when they found I was pregnant. I'm also smart and responsible - well, most of the time. I make good grades, all A's except for a B minus in math.  I'm insecure about myself and not very confident, but I'm working on how to be more secure and confident. I grew up in a Catholic household, but I'm secretly an Atheist. My hobby is music; I'm talented at playing instruments especially the guitar, violin, piano, and trumpet. I'm in a band at the community center. I can write and sing my own songs. Also, I love animals especially dogs and cats and horses. My dream job is to be a vet. 

Brandon tells me sincerely, "Allie Bear, you sound like a truly amazing, wonderful, and exceptional girl."

I glow like the sun, my face brightening up, my eyes sparkling, the corner of my mouth turns up and revealing a big, wide grin. "Thanks, Brandy Bear."

Brandon and I walk home, which turns out to be in the rich neighborhood. At the doorstep, he gives me a warm hug that lasts several moments.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Allison," He whispers in my ear.

"Okay, see ya tomorrow, Brandon," I whisper in his ear.

He goes inside and shuts the door behind him. I lean against the door, not moving a muscle yet. I sigh happily. Brandon is so...ahh! 

Brandon is officially my crush.