Him.

Part 11.

I open my eyes to Tina smiling widely at me.

"Spill."

**After Spilling**

"I don't know how it escalated so quickly...it just did." I played with my fingers nervously as I thought of the kiss Brendon and I shared.

"Woah." Is all she managed.

"Tell me this is a bad idea. Change my mind!" I cover my face with the pillow.

"I think you should do what you feel is right. Yes, he's your best friend's brother. But you're also capable of making decisions on your own."

"You sound like a mom."

She laughs.

"How does he make you feel?"

"Well..." My phone rang, and of course it was Brendon.

My stomach instantly quaked and my heartbeat quickened.

"It's him." I say, trying to control the excitement I felt. She laughs.

"I'll give you some privacy." She winked and I threw a pillow at her.

I took a deep breath and answered.

"Hey." I breathed.

"Morning. How are you?" His voice sounded raspier this morning.

"I'm fine. How's your face?"

"Beautiful as always."

I roll my eyes, smiling.

"Be ready in 10." He says abruptly and hangs up.

"What? Brendon?" 

He has to stop doing that.

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I borrowed a blouse from Tina, reusing my jeans from yesterday.

I was in the midst of brushing my mane when the doorbell rang.

Shit.

"Tina, I'll get it!" I rushed outside, the hairbrush stuck in my hair.

"Hey Brendon!" Tina exclaimed, and he laughed.

"Hey Tina. Is Anna ready- oh there you are...?" He gave me a questioning look, chuckling.

With a tight smile, I yanked the brush out of my hair, and went back into the room.

"Give me another 5!"

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"Where are we going?"

"Well, for starters, home." He said, looking at his rearview mirror.

"What? No, not yet." I began panicking, and he put his hand on my knee.

"Relax. She's not home."

I sigh in relief.

"So why are we going?"

"Well, I forgot my wallet. And I'm sure you wanna get changed? Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't like this look on you." He bit his grin.

I look down at the tight dark blouse which made my boobs...pop.

"Yeah." I blush, studying his face.

"You look like a blueberry."

"Did I taste like one?"

I look away and he laughs.