Kylie's POV.
"So where exactly are you taking me?" I ask brad as we drive down a country road.
"The place I normally take my pregnant girlfriends." He smiles his beautiful smile and continues driving.
"Do you have many of those?" I jokingly ask, knowing the answer.
"Oh yeah," he looks at me while crinkling up his nose and forehead, "tons of them." He winks and turns his attention back to the road.
"Good to know." I roll my eyes and turn my head towards the window. England is really pretty. It's very rainy out, but I kind of like it. It's not like California rain. That just feels like someone is sneezing on you. But this, this rain is the kind of rain that hits you over and over again because there are so many heavy drops falling at once. And you can smell it. It's like the rain has a distinct smell that is nostalgic in a way. It reminds me of when I lived with my grandparents in Indiana. It's just less hot here.
"You know, you look bloody beautiful when you concentrate." Brads voice brings me back to reality.
"What?" I ask.
"When you were looking out the window, you were thinking about something," brad takes a moment to break his concentration from the road to look at me, "I like when you're thinking. You look beautiful when there's something going through your mind." His words almost take my breath away. He is so well- spoken. He can get his words out so beautifully. If I were to say something like that, I'd stutter and lose track of my words. "See. You're doing it again. Bloody magnificent if you ask me." He adds, finally.
"Thank you." I smile at him but he doesn't see it.
"Well what is it?" He asks.
"What is what?" I respond.
"What is on your mind?" He peaks over and our eyes meet.
"I like it here. I mean, I like the rain. It reminds me of home. Like home, home." I explain.
"Is love to travel there. Meet the family that actually matters to you." He smiles. "I'd like to get to know them." He's right. That is the only family that matters to me. My grandparents are all that I've had to depend on, growing up. My grandpa is called papaw by all the grandkids, and my grandmother is called nanny. My papaw is the father I never got and my nanny is like a second mother. They've taken care of me when no one else would.
"I'd like that." I say. I would, but brad meeting them means brad meeting my past. All the things I've done and been through is back there and I don't know if I'm ready for that.
"Well, were here." He says as we pull into this small wooded area.
"Where exactly is here?" I ask him.
"You'll see." He smiles as he pulls off to the side of the trail and parks his car. "Come on." He opens his car ford and meets me in the front of the car. The trees are covering the sky above us, making it seem much later than it is.
"This is beautiful." I say, looking at the different shades of green covering the trees.
"This isn't even the best part." He says. "We're close though."
We continue walking until we reach a small opening with a wooden bench. The sun peaks through the trees directly over the bench.
"Once I got my car I used to come here and write songs. It was a nice get away for me." He says while walking over to the bench. His grip on my hands tightens. "It's kind of a safe space. When things go wrong, this is where I'd go."
"It's beautiful. I can see why you'd come here." I try to smile at him but his eyes are locked on the ground. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"This is one of my favorite places, but it holds a lot of bad memories." He says.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I try not to sound nosy, I'd be fine if he didn't tell me, but I wish he'd be more open with me. I feel like he doesn't tell me much.
"I just haven't always had the best luck with women. Or friends. I don't really get close with people anymore because of it. But everytime something would go wrong in my relationships with people, I'd come here." He looks so sad telling me this. I try to find the words but I don't know how to elaborate on what he just said. After a minute of silence he continues. "My ex really messed me up. We were together for a long time, since we were children, really. I loved her." I can't help but get a little jealous while he's telling me this. "And she knew that I did. She used me in many ways and she was very manipulative. She would start fights with me just to prove that I cared enough to fight for her. One day, I got fed up and stopped fighting, well she didn't like that, so she started fooling around with my best friend." He closed his eyes like he was in physical pain. Like someone had just hit hit I'm the stomach with a bat. "So I just stopped trusting anyone. The only time I'd hang out with people is if we were drinking. Then one night we were at the bar and she came stumbling over to me just to tell me that they were engaged and starting a family and that he gave her everything I couldn't. She told me that all that mattered to me was the lads and drinking when in reality she was all that I cared about.." his voice drifts off. "after that night I basically turned my emotions off and only talked to the band. I spent most of my time here, writing music or at Tristan's in his garage. But then I moved to LA for school and met this cute little lady. I ended up knocking her up and now we're starting a family. Can you believe that?" He nudges my shoulder with his and smiles at me.
"She seems great. That other girl, however, seems like a twat." I say trying to cheer him up. It works. He begins laughing with me. "I'd never do that to you." I say, looking him in the eyes.
"I know, darling." He kisses my forehead and we both look up at the trees for a while.
- -
Brads POV.
"You father insisted on making burgers tonight. So it will be just a minute. Brad I've made you a drink. Kylie, do you want any wine or anything?" My mum asks her as I take a drink of the gin she's poured me.
"Oh, no thank you. I ca.." she starts to say but recovers, "I don't really drink." She replies.
"Oh. Well that's alright too! Can I get you something non alcoholic to drink then?" My mum asks.
"Water would be nice." Kylie smiles and my mum smiles back.
Dinner went smoothly. Kylie seemed to get on with my dad quite well. They started talking about golf and now he's out in the yard showing her all of his clubs.
"That's unusual." My mum leans over the counter beside me.
"What is." I ask her.
"Your fathers not being a dick head." She winks at me and I can't help but laugh out loud with her.
"Yeah. It is a bit odd. But they're getting on well." I say.
"I'm glad. We both really like her. She's a good girl." She says while placing her hand over mine.
"I'm glad. Kylie's got shit luck with parents." I say.
"I know dear. But her parents mistakes don't define her." She says.
"Mum.. can I talk to you about something.." I ask, going bloody mental about the words that are about to come out of my mouth.
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