"Dogg, what the fuck are you doing?!" I yelled, and got up quickly from my bed.
He quickly ran over to where I was standing and covered my mouth. He shushed me and walked over to the window, with his hand still over my mouth. He slowly stuck his head out of the window and looked around, I bit his hand and he let go.
"Ouch! Are you a dog, why are you biting people?!" He yelled and held his hand.
"What the fuck are you doing at my house?!" I said, crossing my arms.
He closed my window and locked my door, what is he doing?!
"Look okay. My step dad is crazy, I just need to get away from him before I beat his ass and kill him. He always trying to hit on somebody, he will never lay a hand on my family. My momma, brother, and sisters left me at the house alone with this nigga- " He said pacing, and getting angry.
I stepped in front of him and held my arms out to stop him. I held his arms and he stopped and looked at me, there was so much anger in his eyes. I was only 5'3 and he was 6'6 so, I was only up to his chest. I looked into his eyes and he looked into my eyes, I rapped my arms around him and we just stood there.
"Calm down, okay. Just calm down, i'm here for you Brandon." I whispered.
I looked up at him with my arms still wrapped around him, and he looked down at me. He wrapped his arms around me and tear slowly ran down his face.
"I'm sorry Jordan. I'm sorr-"
"It's okay. Come on let's go somewhere." I whipped the tears from his face, let go of him and grabbed my car keys.
I walked downstairs as he followed me, we went into the garage and I got into the car and he got in too. I pulled out of the garage and I began playing 'Be Without You' by Mary J. Blige and he sang along. He's so weird. To be honest, I didn't know where I was going so I just stopped at the nearest iHop and we got out of the car.
We walked into iHop and sat down and ordered drinks.
"Are you okay now Brandon?" I said taking a sip of my lemonade.
"I think so, thanks Jordan." He said giving me a little smile.
I knew he was hurt, I could see it in his eyes. He looked so hurt.
"No you're not. You don't have to lie to me Brandon, what's wrong?" I said.
"Nothing. I'm just thinking."
"About what?"
"You." He said, and looked at me.
"Oh." My hearts stopped. Why was he thinking about me?
"Yea. I didn't know you cared about me." He smiled big and looked down at the table.
We finished our drinks and he paid. We began walking out of iHop and he held my hand. I blushed hard and continued walking. He grabbed my car keys from my hand and opened the passenger door for me. He got back in the car and began driving.
"Where are we going?" I said looking through my phone, it was only 5:20pm.
He looked at me and laughed, after a few minutes we pulled up the mall. He walked out of the car and opened my door and held my hand again as we walked into the mall. We talk and shopped for a few hours, I checked the time and it was 9 o'clock.
"I have to go home, i'm going to get in trouble if i'm out any later." I said leading him towards the mall exit.
He nodded his head and he drove me home, he parked the car in the garage and to my surprise my dad wasn't even home yet. We walked into the house and Brandon set my bags on the counter. We walked into the kitchen and there was a note on the fridge. It read -
Dear Jordan, my new job need me to go out to Vegas for the rest of the week for some business. I left you some money on your bed, be safe and I love you. I will be back soon. Love, dad.
"Well, I guess I'm home alone for four days. I'm scared to be in this house alone, what if there's ghosts?" I said, grabbing some juice from the fridge.
"Calm down nigga." He laughed. "I'll stay here with you if you want me to." He sat down at the table.
"Okay, Sleepover!" I sat at the table with him. "I just feel... I feel so safe with you."
" I just need to get some clothes, hopefully my stepdad isn't there."
"I'll go with you. Just to make sure nothing happens."
"Okay let's go."
We walked out of the house and into Brandon's. I held him from behind as we walked into the house, it was a mess. There was glass broken, clothes everywhere, and pictures smashed on the floor. Brandon shook his head and walked upstairs into his room, I sat on his bed as he packed his clothes for the next four days. When he was finished he walked into the bathroom and grabbed more stuff, he came back and smiled a me. I walked over to him and we walk out of the house, I held his from behind again as we walked out.
We got back to my house and went upstairs. It was now 12 o'clock and I was getting tired, I quickly changed into some shorts and a t-shirt and got into my bed. Brandon came out of my bathroom only wearing boxers, he smiled at me and I laughed.
He turned off my light and walked downstairs. He came back a few minutes later with a pouty face.
"Can I please sleep with you, there might be ghosts?" He said in a kid voice.
"Wow, you cry baby. Sure." I said scooting over making room for him.
He smiled and quickly got in the bed with me. I turned away from him and closed my eyes, he kept bumping me and I looked at him. He kissed my forehead and whispered goodnight. He pulled me close and we fell asleep.
