b.a - reckless
you sat on your welcoming bed, in your quiet room, the only noise being the sniffles you made every few minutes. the tears streaming down your face were plentiful as you grabbed your phone to get your mind off the issues going on with your boyfriend. you started scrolling through your instagram feed, looking for anything that didn't remind you of brandon.
hours pass before you fall asleep, left with no text message from brandon. still. you were thankful you didn't have school tomorrow, but were upset that you no longer had plans for the long day ahead.
"the start of nothing, i could hate you now, it's quite alright to hate me now" frank ocean sang as you woke late at night. your first action as you rise is to check your phone for any message of brandon. still nothing. you start to doubt yourself. "is this all my fault?" "did i spark this argument?" "was i the reckless one?". tears started to stream down your face again. as you crash back onto your bed, the tears start to fall sideways, onto your neat and clean pillow. you thought this was officially the end of you and brandon. your eyes started to feel heavy again as the song kept playing
"i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me"
you woke up again only a few hours later, at 10am to a text from him. a long one too.
b :( 9:37am
good morning y/n. i spent the night composing this text to you. then when i finished it was late and i know you hate staying up late. anyways i would like to apologize for my reckless behavior and how it has been affecting you. i'm so extremely sorry that i had been out all night on our anniversary and i wish i didn't miss it but i had to work with the boys. but i'm not here to make an excuse. because i pushed this upon myself and this is my fault. if you want space, i'll give you as much space as you need. but to let you know i've been fucking miserable without you next to me. i know this is stupid to talk about over text and i should do this in person, so i'm on my way.
10:16am you
brandon.
"yes?" i hear from behind me. i turn around to see the tall, dark haired boy standing in the doorway of my room. tears began to stream down my face again.
"sorry, again. i'll leave now. i understand you don't want me here" he says looking down to his feet, back up to me then turning around again.
"wait" i say, barely making a noice with my voice shaky from crying. he stops but doesn't turn around yet.
"i understand" i say wiping the tears from my face with my sweater sleeve.
"y/n....." he says turning around and returning to my room. i jump out of my bed and grab him by the waist, embracing him in a hug. he waits a second to place his arms around my neck, returning the hug.
"i'm really truly sorry" he whispers into my ear. i let go and look up to him, my face still slightly damp from the tears, with one tear slowing slowly rolling down my left cheek. his hand moves up to my face to remove the tear by running his thumb across my cheek. i smile and he returns the smile, a few seconds before he leans down to kiss me. i retaliate by standing up on my tippy toes.
"sorry for being reckless" he says standing back up straight. i start to twiddle with my fingers, looking down.
"it's who you are b" i say looking back up at him. "and that's what i love about you" i say starting to smile at him.
"you know, i love how you s-" brandon starts to say before i cut him off "nope we're not getting into that sappy stuff about me. just know i love you okay?" i say pulling him into my room.
"fine fine. i love you too" he says while i drag him on to my bed to hang out and do nothing for the day.
