Brendon, My Best Friend

"Pleeeeeease," you pleaded with him in a whining tone. "fiiiine. But only because you smell good," he replied with exadurated fake annoyance in his deep voice. "yess," you cheered. He gracefully scooped you up onto him piggy back style, and wrapped his muscular arms tightly around your thighs. The sun was setting, bringing the sweltering hot day to a crisp cool evening. Your body swayed with his easy footsteps, as you listened to the crunch of gravel under his worn black converse. You leaned slightly forward, placing your chin into the crook of his neck. You glanced over and saw a half-smirk creep across his mouth. You breathed in his scent. All you could smell was his peppermint gum. You leaned your face into the side of his neck to sheald you from the slight breeze. Your eyelids fluttered shut against his warm neck. You wished this could be you and Brendons little infinity. You smiled into his skin and wrapped your arms tighter around his chest. After about another 5 minutes, you arrived in front of you and your 2 best friends 3 bedroom flat. You slid down off Brendons back and walked to meet his gaze. You two kind of just stared at each other for what felt like minutes until Brendon broke the silence by awkwardly yanking you in for a tight hug. The hug only lasted four seconds before Brendon said an uncomfortable goodbye and pivoted on his heels quickly walking to his motorcycle. You had a confused look on your face as you watched him slide on his helmet and mount his glistening black bike. You shook your head and continued through the door of your flat. You walked up to your room and kicked off your navy blue toms into the corner behind your door. Then you tiredly walked over to your walk-in closet and pulled off your clothes and changed into a pair of garage sweats and white tank top. You glanced at your alarm clock and it was only 9:48pm, so you decided to go downstairs and find a snack. But no one in your house had got any grocerys in forever so there was not much. You just decided to not have a snack. You chilled in your kitchen for aboout 15 minutes before getting bored. You walked back to your room and grabbed your phone out of your waistband. You began texting Brendon.

you: hey :)

him: hiii

you: what's up?

him: nm. just trying to get my sock on. what about you?

you: lol just went to get a snack, but there was nothin there :'( hungry af. good luck with ur sock ;)

him: aw that sucks. hey, are callie and naya home?

you: no. callie's in buffalo with her parents and naya is visiting nyc with her boyfriend.

him: oh. cool. well, I gotta go. see you later.

you: oh, ok bye...

him: bye

"why the hell is he being so weird? we have been best friends since I was 12 and he was 14. now he is 20 and he starts being weird," you thought to yourself. You decided that you just had to catch up on the most recent episode of glee, so you turned on netflix and chilled in your bed. You fell asleep around 10:50pm still hungry, when you woke up to your window sliding open. "WHAT THE HELL," You shreaked, jumping out of your bed, when you saw that someone had been in the middle of opening it from outside. But then you saw it. The scary ass arm, had a tattoo of piano keys. "Brendon!! I almost shit myself," you yelled from across your room. He pulled his upper body into your room and got into a sitting position on your windowsill. Then he burst out in that all to familiar laugh. He laughed so hard he had to steady himself with the sides of the windows to keep from falling back out, while you stood there, arms crossed, tired as ever. It was also 2:23am. Once Brendon managed to calm himself, he sauntered over to your closet and walked right in. "what are you doing here? I was sleeping you butthole," you said, with an undertone of real annoyance. "catch," he said back, laughing and clearly ignoring your question. He turned to face you and slingshotted a purple lace thong of yours across the room at you like it was a rubber band. They landed on the floor and you quickly snatched them up and stuffed them under your duvet. "IM SERIOUS BRENDON. GET OUT," you said sharply at him. "Here, put this on," he said. tossing you one of his baggy sweaters that he had let you borrow a while ago and that you never bothered to return. You sighed and pulled it on. It looked like a tent on you, but you didn't care because it was so comfortable. Then, Brendon walked back over to your window, and climbed back out. "come on," he said, reaching his arms out to catch you. You had no idea what he was doing, but decided to go along with it, so you climbed out the window and let Brendon easily lift you down. You liked the feeling of his strong hands around your waist. He led you buy your forearm to his bike. "here," he said awkwardly, handing you a helmet. He pulled on his black one and he started the bike. "hold on," he said, as he kicked up the stand. You wrapped your arms around his torso, as the bike lurched forward. You turned your head around to look at all the familiar area go buy, for about 10 minutes, while tightening your grip on Brendon. "What the hell," you thought to yourself, as Brendon pulled into the parking lot of a beach. He stopped his bike, kicked the stand on, and help you off. You both tugged your helmets off. Then he took them both and placed them on the bike. He then started pulling an over sized blanket out of the side bag, and a big canvas tote bag full of who knew what. Then, he started running towards the sand. You had to sprint to catch up with him. Once he stopped, you stood there and watched him spread the blanket out on the sand, and slip his shoes off before he plopped down onto the blanket. Then, he looked up at you with wide eyes and patted the blanket beside him, signaling for you to sit. You sat down beside him cross-legged. Your blanket was facing the ocean, so you two had a great view. You watched Brendon as he began rifling through the canvas bag that he had brought. "I hope you're still hungry," he said, as he pulled out 2 tubs of chocolate ice cream. Also, a bottle of chocolate syrup, some sprinkles, cherries, and 2 spoons. "oh my god" you mumbled excitedly, letting a huge smile take over your mouth. Brendon looked at you and handed you a tub of ice cream and a spoon. You noticed his smile he was trying to hide. You opened your ice cream and started eating it, while Brendon loaded every possible topping onto his. You and him talked for half and hour, until you finished a quarter of your ice cream. You put your ice cream down beside you and lied down on the blanket. Brendon put his half empty ice cream tub town, and lied down too. "thanks for this Brendon" you said tiredly. "no problem. I like hanging out with you." he said, kind of awkwardly. "hey, what are you doing tomorrow," he asked. "well, nothing now. callie was supposed to fly back in but she is staying in boston another 3 days" you replied. "cool. you wana skate to the pier," he asked. "yeah! oh my gosh, we haven't went skating in forever," You replied eagerly. All of the sudden, Brendon reached for your hand. He closed his fingers around yours. You could tell that his hand was shaking. You thought maybe he was cold, he was just wearing a t-shirt. "you're the best," he mumbled, running his thumb across the back of your hand. "I try," You said, squeezing his hand lightly. "well, I should probably get you home. you should get some sleep," Brendon said after sitting in silence for 10 minutes. "okay," you said back hesitantly. You wanted to stay here with Brendon. And you could tell he wanted to stay here with you. You both got up and slipped on your shoes. Brendon grabbed the blanket and balled it up and you helped put away all the toppings. You and him started walking back to his bike and you carried the canvas bag. You two were half way to the bike when you slipped on the sand and you fell face first onto the ground! You couldn't believe Brendon just saw you do that. Even if you were best friends. You just sat there with your forehead pressed into the sand for a couple seconds, before uttering a quiet, draged out, "fuuuuck,". Once Brendon realized you were okay, he burst out laughing. You had only heard him laugh that hard a few times. "oh my god," he said, half choking on the sentence. You rolled over onto your back and joined him in his laughing fit. He reached down and tried to help you up. He easily pulled you up by your arm like you weighed nothing, while you both continued laughing. "Here," he gestured, taking the bag from you. You both walked back to his bike and packed away the stuff. You both got on and started on your way back home. There was a bump on the road and you squeezed your arms around Brendons chest. You finally pulled into the driveway of your flat a few minutes later. You got off the bike and put your helmet into the side bag. Brendon pulled off his helmet and flipped his hair. You thought that was the absolute hottest thing ever. " I had fun tonight," Brendon uttered nervously. "yeah, me too" you said back with a smile. Brendon smiled back and you two looked at each other in awkward silence until you broke the silence. "hey, do you wana stay?" you asked. "are you sure?" Brendon asked. "yeah, of course," you said reassuringly. "ok, cool," he said, with a hint of excitement. He turned off his bike and followed you inside. You both slipped off your shoes and headed up to your room. "wana watch a movie?" you asked him. "yeah!" he said excitedly, and started surfing through netflix. "k, i'm gonna get some pajamas on," you told him. "ok" he said back. You walked into your closet and shut the door behind you. You picked out one of Brendons long sleve shirts, so he wouldn't see your arms, and a pair of black spandex shorts. You had a lot of Brendons clothes at your house. You liked borrowing them, because they were so big on you. You took a pair of Brendons sweatpants and went and gave them to him. You turned around and he changed into them. When you turned back around, he was in the sweats, but he was also shirtless. You tried not to stare, but he was gorgeous. You couldn't believe he was still single. He smirked when he saw you in his loose shirt. You both climbed onto your bed and Brendon clicked on the movie. He had picked out a movie that he knew you loved. The Grudge. You were a huge fan of horror movies, and so was he. After about the first 30 minutes of it, you were passed out. Shortly after, he also fell asleep, right beside you. He had his one arm around you, and he cradled you with his body.