Weekends

16- Sunsets, Snapshots, and Shamefaced- D

"Okay, I'm really excited to show you this," I told Brendon. He tagged along behind me as I ran ahead. "Okay, so I'll show you my house and everything after, but we can't wait to go or else we'll miss it," I explained, throwing my backpack down on the floor and racing up the stairs.

I stopped right in front of my window and strongly put my hands on his shoulders. "Are you ready?" His eyes went wide, and he nodded. I opened my window and stepped out onto the roof. "Give me your hand," I told him. He put his hand out, and I helped him onto to roof. "What are we doin- oh my god, D-D-Dallon," he shrieked as he lost his footing and almost moved off the edge of the roof.

I grabbed the front of his shirt as he teetered. "Be careful. I don't want you to fall and hurt the grass," I told him. He made a fake pouty face at me. "Shut up." I laughed and held his hand to help him across the roof and over to a spot beside the chimney. I sat down and slowly pulled him down with me.

"How did you know that I'd want to see the s-sunset," Brendon asked. I looked over to him. He was smiling calmly and staring at the pink and orange sky. I shrugged and put my arm around him, pulling him closer to me. "I don't want to be weird, but can I take your picture," I asked. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit but smiled and nodded. I took out my phone and snapped a picture of him.

"Fuck," I breathed out. "What? D-Did it look stupid? What did I do? I-Is it ugly? I'm sorry," Brendon's eyes widened as he spoke. "You're just so... pretty," I told him as I zoned out looking at the picture. "What," he said. His mouth was open slightly in what could only be described as shock and confusion. I blinked my eyes to clear the haze that was forming behind my eyes. "Let m-me see it."

I turned my phone toward him and watched him crack a smile and start to laugh. "Why're you laughing," I asked, slightly offended that he found the gorgeous picture amusing. He smiled and turned the screen back towards me. There was a picture of me in Ryker's sink. "Shit, that's not what I was trying to show you. Spencer is such an asshat for even taking that picture," I rambled, fairly embarrassed. Brendon began looking through the rest of the pictures on my phone as he readjusted himself leaning against me.

"What are you looking at," I asked him. He showed me a picture that my mom took of me when we were on vacation in the Bahamas. I was shirtless, sitting on the beach, facing the water. "This is why I was intimidated by you," Brendon told me. "Why?" He grinned. "Because you're really hot."

I lost my breath when he looked at me like that, when he talked to me like that, when he was with me at all. It was like he knew how I felt about him.

"If you think that ugly picture is good, take a look at the one of you," I told him and scrolled to the end of my camera roll. He stopped joking when he saw the picture. "I told you that you're beautiful," I nudged him slightly. He blushed. "Do you like it?" He nodded and kept looking at the flawless picture.

"Do you want to know my favorite part of the picture?" Brendon nodded again, his mouth open slightly. "Well there's the way you're looking up at me with that huge smile on your face, but then there's also the way that the colors of the sky are shining on you face. I don't actually know what my favorite part is. I mean, you look like you could be model," I told him. He was staring at my lips, and I could see him swallowing hard. "What's your favorite part of it?" His gaze didn't falter. "The um the way that y-you look at it," he said with a small smile on his face.

My heart felt like it was going to explode. It was beating so hard, and I just wanted to take Brendon's face in my hands and kiss him, right then and there.

That thought scared me more than anything that I'd ever seen or heard before. I thought that I knew who I was. I wasn't gay. I didn't like anyone. Everyone was supposed to annoy me. Everyone was supposed to be annoyed by me. Brendon changed all of that. I liked him, and he liked me, but I think I liked him in a non-platonic way. Anytime I looked at him, butterflies filled my stomach. I was falling in love with him.