Australian Summer- Brenton Thwaites Fan Fiction

3rd Times a Charm!

I dropped my sister off at the mall..

"Hey!" she said before she shut the car door.

"Yeah.."

"Have fun tonight.. with that boy!"

"What boy?" I asked surprised. How could she know?! Was it obvious.

"Well it's quite obvious. You always are on your phone.. he came over last night! Let's be real here. It's a first date" she said.

"No it's a third date..Do you think dad and Chloe know?"

"Chloe asked me if you had a boyfriend.. and I said that you hated relationships.. a boy and you together would NEVER happen. And judging by these past dates you'll need all the help ya can get!"

"3rd times a charm and wow.. way to make me sound like such a catch."

"Well do you want them to know you've been sneaking out wasting dad's time with us..to go see this Aussie boy that you just met!?"

"He different.. I can't explain it Chels.."

"You don't have to explain anything to me! I see your change, your different youre happier.. you actually are acting like my sister.. you know the one I had back in New York?.... And have you even told mom.. or better Caroline about this boy?"

"Caroline knows.. it's too risky to tell mom." I didnt want to make my mother sound like the worst person in the world.. even though she was. I still was mad at her. But Chelsea and my mother had the best relationship a mother and a daughter could have. Even though I was mad... I wasnt about to ruin their relationship.

"Well, at least I'm not the only one who knows! Alright im out. Love you!"

"Bye.. have fun! Love you too"

"You too!" Chelsea said as she shut the door.

Off I was to Brenton's. I pulled into his driveway. His house was not what I expect. It was big just like mine! Did he still live with his parents? That explains why he knew how to fix my camaro. But why did he drive sucha crappy pick up truck? Hmm...

I double checked the address he sent before I got out of the car. It was the right one.

I walked up to one of the doors in the front.. I looked for the one in the middle.. that's usually where the "front door" was.

**Knock Knock**

Brenton came to the door. He was buttoning up his shirt.. his hair was kinda wet..

"Sorry just hopped out of the shower.." he said.

"Hi" I said walking inside.

"You look beautiful.. how'd I get so lucky?"

I just smiled.

"So is this your place? Or? Im confused"

"About what?"

"The truck.. This mansion.. It just doesn't make sense."

He laughed. "This is my um parents place."

"Where are they?"

"They're never home, they're always working. I've got this place all to my own for the most part. Haha it's practically mine!"

"Nice! Believe me when I first got her I wished my dads home was mine."

"You two seemed on good terms yesterday.. Am I correct or?"

"Yeah. We had a deep conversation. I don't really want to go back to NYC with my mom.. But we're trying to build a relationship that will last and make up for the last 19 years."

"You don't wanna go back to NYC?!"

"Not particularly"

"Well.."

"What!?"

"Nothing it's stupid."

"No tell me!"

"You can always live with me!"

"You?"

"Yes"

"What happens if we ever break up.. Or your parents. This isnt your house!"

Brenton looked at me with his gorgeous eyes and placed his finger over my lips..

"Shhh.. Don't talk like that. Don't think that!"

"But"" he interrupted me..

"My father taught me never in my life to think of things that would never happen.. Because why worry about something that won't occur. Worrying will make it occur."

"What?"

"Don't say we're going to breakup. Cause it won't happen."

"Now what can I get for you? You hungry thirsty?"

I was alittle hungry after all i didn't eAt any pizza

"Yeah. What you got?"

"What don't I have? My maid-our maid went shopping today!"

"We have spaghetti.. Or pizza.. Or"

Spaghetti sounded so good.. I hadn't had it since NYC.

"Spaghetti!"

"Spaghetti it is!"

He put the pot with water on the stove and turned it on low.

"Shall I give you a tour of this home?"

It was a little strange that Brenton was the tour guide of his parents home. But I was with him that was all that mattered.

We walked up the stairs and went into the study and and the library and movie theatre.

"What's this?"

It appeared to be some sort of office? Possibly a school study room?

"What are all these posters of you in here?"

Brenton looked embrassed his face was bright red

"Ehm my dad paid someone to photoshop my face on vogue and all these haha! It's an inside joke!"

"I see! Well what about me? What magazine should I be on!?!"

"Playboy.." He said laughing

"I'd buy me all."

"Shut up!"

"Look at me!"

I caught his eye.

"Every magazine.. Your face should be on the covers for everyone to see. Your the most beautiful girl I've ever met!"

I just smiled. Sometimes he would just overpower me with compliments I wasn't sure thank you was the right response anymore.

We went back downstairs where we had our dinner (spaghetti) and it was delicious of course!

"What do you want to do now?" He asked

"Walk on the beach?"

"Sure!"

"Just this time don't let me fall asleep and stay out till 5am."

"Deal. I still afraid of your father"