treehouse // bronnie

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The treehouse was rather big. At least big enough to fit some of Brandon nick-knacks and a mattress in it. "Yeah, I'm gonna put some more stuff in it soon -- but right now, this is it," he sighed as he watched me look around.

"This is sick -- the old owners just -- left it here?" I said.

"Yup -- I mean it's not like they could take it with them."

"Touché -- sucks for them -- you're lucky."

"I wish they left whatever was in here too."

I faced him, "we can definitely go out and buy some things right now if you want."

"What? I don't have any money."

"I have a bit -- at least enough for some lights -- maybe a bedspread."

He lit up like the lights I was about to spend the money I didn't really have on. Who needs to eat anyway? "Let's go!" He exclaimed and quickly opened the exit hatch. I watched as he disappeared, crawling down the ladder. I took a deep breath, wondering what I had got myself into and followed him.

We got in my car and I drove to the nearest store. "Do you think they sell Christmas lights in the middle of the year?" Brandon giggled, walking backward into the store to talk to me.

I shook my head at him with a smirk, "Oh Brandon -- I hope so."

It took us a whole hour to find the lights we needed. I didn't mind because it meant more time spent with Brandon. "Oh man, there's so many -- I don't know what to pick!"

"I like the multicolored lights," I told him, pointing at the box.

"Are you sure? I kind of like the plain ones."

"It's your treehouse, pick whatever you want."

"But you're gonna be over a lot, so I want you to like what I'm picking." He looked at me and smirked devilishly, making my heart do every strange thing it could. "I'm gonna pick the multicolored one," he decided and pulled the box off the shelf.

"Okay -- I think we can get a bedspread too," I said.

"Are you sure? I don't want to drain you of your money."

"Yeah -- I can cut myself off from midnight fast food trips."

He looked away from me, hiding his soft smile from me, "I wanna go on a midnight fast food trip with you."

I groaned, tilting back my head in distress, "fast food or bed sheets?"

"Bed sheets -- I can get money to pay for your trips."

We made our way to the bedding aisle and looked at all the bedsheets in the size of Brandon's full mattress. "I like these blue ones," he said, placing his hand on top of a container of plain blue bed sheets.

"You really like plain colors, don't you? I like them too, let's get them."

He took them from the shelf and tucked it under his arm. "I can carry those," I offered.

"No, no, you're paying for them -- this is the least I can do."

"Do you have blankets?"

"Yeah, I can get some from my bed in my house."

"Great, let's pay then."

****

Half my money was wiped out when I left that store, but I'd never been happier. Brandon was grinning all the way to the car and it took so much of me not to just kiss him there. I drove back to his place and made our way to the treehouse. We somehow managed to make it up the ladder with our items.