Brallon Imagines

WhyIsItSoWrongToThink Differently?

Imagine them with a British accent for this setting :)

A rock thrown at my window caught my attention, along with the creak of the opening windows. I'd like to mention the vest in wearing is from last night. "Dallon, you're late! You are going to get in tro-" My bedroom door opens. It's my father. "Brendon your p- oh Mr.Weekes is here." The tall boy smiles."Yes your highness. I'm sorry I didn't check in, I heard a loud bang in the kitchen and I wanted to help.Then Brendons bell rang, and I didn't want to wait to assist on him." Thank god he is a good liar."Don't do it again Mr.Weekes." My father walks out, and calls a maid for what ever he may need assisted for. "I am very sorry Prince for being late." I grab the tall mans shoulders."Calm down Mr. Weekes." I give him a quick peck on the lips."Besides we wouldn't want your knickers in a twist. Can you tie my bow please?" His red face showed it all. I liked embarrassing him, but I could only do it all alone. Besides, if I got caught kissing him I'd be hanged and he'd be taken to the Guillotine. And maybe if my father was nice enough, he'd only send me off to the streets. "Brendon please we'll get in trouble." He whispers. "Is there anything I can get you? Tea? Coffee? Maybe even a glass of water?" I tap my chin like I'm thinking. Of course I'm not, I'm just trying to make him stay here longer. "A glass of water will do. And if you would bring a game of checkers. If mother or father asks it's my request like usual, and that yes my school work is done." He nods and walks out quickly with his long legs. A knock appears on my door. Not him, though it is my older sister Emily. "Brother you need to change into new clothes, I'm surprised mother hasn't scolded you for this. You know Mrs.Jane works hard to keep our clothes clean. Besides stop putting so much pressure on Mr.Weekes he always has a red face coming out of here." I sigh and throw my best and shirt in the clothes basket. "I will change. Now I'm about to give him a break by playing a game of chess with him. Now shoo sister so I can get dressed." She scoffs. I've never understood why Emily always wore her dress so tight. Her correct posture, and clack-idy heels make her taller than me. But not as tall as Dallon. When he returns, and may I mention I'm still shirtless. "Thank you." I say softly and put a big kiss on his cheek. "Let's play checkers shall we?"

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I'm so happy this is to 3,000 views thank you guys!!! Also second update because The Imitation Game gave me this idea because of a quote from the main character.~Nelly_thefangirl