treehouse // bronnie

14

When I awoke in the morning, Brandon wasn't beside me. I sat up and found him sat at his desk chair, writing aggressively into a notebook that was pressed against his propped up knee. "Why don't you just use your desk?" I sleepily mumbled.

He seemed a bit startled when I spoke. His eyes widened, "I didn't know you were awake."

"I just woke up--what are you doing?" I rasped.

He blushed, "nothing."

"Really--So your cheeks just turn rosy like that because you really are a magical fairy boy?"

He rolled his eyes, "Okay if you must know, I'm writing about you--so go back to sleep."

"Ooh! Can I read it when you're done?"

"Can you-- no!"

I groaned, "why not? I'm the subject!"

He grew more flustered, "it's personal."

"But it's about me."

He scribbled something down.

"What are you writing about now?" I questioned.

"About how much of an assface you are!"

I flopped down onto the bed, "now I'm gonna be wondering about this for the rest of my life."

I heard him put down the notebook and then walk over to me. He laid down on his side to look at me. "You're so cute," he pouted.

"What were you writing though?!"

He laughed, "okay, I'll show you what I wrote...if we go on a cute coffee date with each other."

"Oh my God, I knew you got a little gayer since we met, but that was really gay--and I hate that it sounds good to me."

****

Brandon once again brought up clothes for both us to wear. "Now, I know this isn't your style, but I thought it'd look really good on you," he said, tossing the clothes on the bed.

You wouldn't believe this kid as he picked up a white t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a varsity jacket. "Are you trying to turn me into a jock?" I jokingly chuckled.

He didn't answer.

"Brandon?"

He sighed, "okay, a little bit, I've always wanted a cute football boyfriend, but a cute boyfriend who plays for the band who plays during football games is good too!"

"Where'd you even get this?" I chuckled, pulling the jacket on.

"It's my brothers."

I stopped and raised an eyebrow, "it's your brother's?"

"I know it's weird, but I promise he didn't use it very often, that's why he gave it to me when he left!"

I rolled my eyes and continued trying it on. Low and behold, it fit. I stood up, "well, here I am, your jock boyfriend..."

Brandon tapped his chin, "hmm...I'm not convinced."

I squinted at him for a moment before slipping my arm under his knees and the other behind his back, picking him up. He let out a squeal as I held him there. "So you really are small," I teased.

"I'm not small! You're just muscley! How are you this muscly, drummer boy?!"

I put him down, "band equipment is heavy."

"Ooh! So what you're saying is, band geeks, such as yourself, are stronger than the jocks?"

"I guess..."