So, I decided to rewrite Chapter 7 of Part 2 of Fifth Degree by @PlaidGurly.
Here we go.
Zoey's P.O.V
Waiting for Brandon to get home from his mom's place for the duration of his suspension was heart-breaking. Being without him hurt every part of me. But now he was back... to be honest, he's been back for quite some time, it's just that time flies when I'm with him.
Anyway, our six month anniversary was today, and we're spending the day at the mall. He was picking me up at ten, and it was eight now.
Two hours, two hours.
Holy crow, I only had two hours! Time to get my ass in gear...
I hopped out of bed, plugging in my curler. Pulling open my closet doors, I searched for the outfit I'd picked out last night. I slipped on the black and white striped dress. The hem reached about two inches above my knee. I grabbed a black necklace with a silver heart on the end and clipped it around my neck. Checking the time, I realized I only had an hour left. I turned my attention to the curler in my bathroom. Holding my hand above it, I realized it was warm enough. Slowly, I brought it to my thick hair and began to work my way around my head. Half an hour later, my hair was curled and I was starting on my make up. After putting eyeliner around my dark blue eyes, and applying mascara to my eyelashes, I was just about ready. I sorted through my shoes, deciding on a pair of black, low-top Converse. A second later, the doorbell rang. I slipped on a bunch of black bracelets and grabbed a black bag hanging on the end of my bed. I put my wallet inside along with some lip gloss. Crossing the room, I took my phone off the charger. The screen lit up, showing Brandon giving me a piggy back. I was kissing his cheek, and he was smiling at the camera. I smiled at the picture...Brandon was amazing.
Oh shit, Brandon's still downstairs!
I hurtled towards my door, swinging it open and rushing down the hall and into the kitchen. I heard voices coming from the living room, obviously Brandon and my brother, who was the same age as Brandon. I checked my appearance in the mirror in the bathroom by the kitchen. Good, my hair wasn't frizzy.
Taking a deep breath, I walked through the kitchen and into the living room. My brother, Adrian, noticed me and whispered something to Brandon before exiting the room. Brandon slowly turned around meeting my eyes. I felt a smile creep onto my face. His eyes went down to my feet and back up to my face before he walked up to me, placing a hand on my right cheek, his thumb on my cheekbone.
"You look...wow." he smiled down at me.
I bit my lip and glanced down. I smiled when his lips met my cheek.
"You sure you still want to go to the mall? We could just stay here..."
He bent down and connected his lips with mine, his hands on my waist. I raised my hands to his face. A moment later, I pulled away.
"I think we should go to the mall." I smiled up at him.
He pouted, "Sure."
I laced my fingers through his, pulling him towards the door. Brandon opened the door with his free hand, leading me towards the mall. We decided to wwalk, since the mall was close by. As we walked, we recounted several moments from our relationship.
"I still wish you could have stayed here during your suspension instead of going to your mom's. And I want to meet your dad; when is his next time off?" I asked Brandon.
"I don't know, not for a while." he replied.
We reached the mall shortly after, entering the large silver doors, Brandon's arm around me. I smiled as we entered our favourite store, Bluenotes, and started our day of shopping.
