I woke up at eight o'clock in the morning to three missed phone calls from Brody. Panicked, I call him back. After two rings, he answers.
"Good morning, Beautiful Noodle," He spoke cheerily, catching me off-guard.
"What-?"
"Gracelynn!" Collin shouted through the phone, causing me to flinch.
The kid sure does know how to scream.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Tommorow is my birthday!" Collin screeched, and I began wondering how Brody hadn't had a wreck already because of it.
"We're pulling into your driveway right now," Brody said. My eyes widened at his words.
"What?" I asked, jumping out of bed. Sure enough, I heard them honk twice from my driveway and laugh over the phone.
With a groan, I asked for two minutes and then hung up, immediately scrambling for something to wear. My hair was still a curled mess from last night, and all I had managed to do before going to bed was take my makeup and dress off.
Finally, I found a pair of skinny jeans, my favorite black bralette, an oversized tan sweater, and matching boots.
My hair was thrown into a messy ponytail as I rushed to the front door, my phone and wallet in hand. Outside, my car was there. Brody and Collin were in it, seemingly jamming out to something.
I walked across the car to the passenger seat, but neither one of them notice me until I opened the door and got in. My eyes met Brody's before his travelled down my body appreciatively.
"You're the cutest cutie of all cute cuties, Noodle." Brody smiled. I blushed, looking away as I buckled my seatbelt. "Come on, Beautiful, take a compliment." He pleaded, grabbing my hand as the radio continued to play.
"Thank you," I muttered, a small smile on my lips.
I wasn't used to the constant compliments and attention. I was used to ignorance and avoidance.
Brody kissed my hand and pulled out of the driveway. Behind us, Collin groaned in disgust. "You guys are gross."
I chuckled at that, thinking about our almost-kiss last night. I don't feel weird about it, because Brody stopped me for a good reason - he didn't want to take advantage of me. Now, any other boy I know wouldn't make the choice he did.
It just made me respect Brody ten times more.
Brody was a great guy...
There's so many reasons to like him, it was hard to only think of one. And it was true, I liked him.
I, Gracelynn Vaughn, like Brody Parker. I like when he grabs my hand. I like when he grabs my waist and pulls me into him. I like when he compliments me, and he says it like it's only for me. Like the description "beautiful" only belonged to me.
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Teen Fiction[Completed✔️] Gracelynn Vaughn moved away from her father at the age of seventeen with a devastating past and moves back to Texas, where her mother died. On the first day of school, she encounters a group of friends that take her in and teach her th...