Sparks (TheCampingRusher Short Story)

Chapter 8

-Brayden's POV

"You should really stop squirming so much. It might make Rusher uncomfortable." I hear Graser say from beside me, a smug smirk now on his face.

There had to be at least ten of us packed into an Uber. We were on our way to the meetup and the entire ride there had been one snide remark after another about my libido.

I feel Larry move awkwardly on my lap, obviously uncomfortable with the situation at hand.

"I can't help it. I barely have any room, and the ride is bumpy." she replies quietly, almost to herself.

I place my hand on her waist, to steady her, and instantly feel her tense up. Her grip on my thigh tightens and I can feel her nails dig into the fabric of my jeans.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." I whisper in her ear. There's no need for anyone else to hear.

-Larry's POV

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

I can feel his breath on my neck as he whispers this into my ear, and it only makes my grip on his leg tighten to the point that I'm afraid I might rip his jeans.

I can feel his chest vibrating on my back as he let's out a low chuckle.

He's enjoying this a little bit too much.

I shift my body into a position that makes me more comfortable but I know will get him to stop laughing.

His laughing stops and is replaced by a loud coughing.

Good.

I caught him off guard. I cross my arms over my chest and lean back onto his chest. Probably, only worsening his situation.

I turn around slightly, but enough to be able to face him.

"I win" I whisper into his ear, and I can see his face flood with red as I turn around to talk to Graser in the front seat.

He's got nothing on you.

We arrive at the meetup moments later. It's still just an empty lot, but after about an hour or so, people start arriving. We we're actually pretty early.

Brayden walks off to talk to fans and sign things just like everyone else.

I'm left alone to wander the space, but all I do is sit by a bush.

I pull out a sketch pad from my little bag and aimlessly drag my pencil across the surface of the paper.

Then, something strange happens. People start coming up to me. First just a few asking for pictures, and then others show up.

Soon enough I've built up a small crowd and I'm signing things and taking selfies all around.

"And here we see a wild Larry Lane signing autographs. How does it feel to be a superstar, Miss Lane?" I hear Brayden say from beside me. He's holding up his phone toward me, vlogging.

"It's amazing" I say snatching his phone and pointing the camera at him.

"Wouldn't you agree, Brayden?"

"Yeah, it's pretty cool, but I'm sure you've experienced far better things in your life." He replies, raising his brow at me and smirking in his crooked little way.

I feel the blush coming on hot, and I glare at him.

Low blow, Brayden. Low blow.

"No, I think meeting my viewers is probably better than anything you might be thinking" I reply nonchalantly.

The people around both of us, now severely confused by our little game of back and forth, stare at us blankly.

A little boy comes up to Brayden, he doesn't see him at first so the child tugs at his pant leg to grab his attention. His mother scolds him, saying that it's "rude".

Brayden's gaze leaves mine as he gives his undivided attention to the little boy beside him. He kneels down to be at his eye level, I don't stop recording.

"What's up, buddy? Need anything?" He says smiling at the kid sweetly.

He says something about Rusher and Yoplait and I see Brayden shake his head and laugh a little.

"Strawberry, it's the best yoplait there is!" Brayden replies and I can't help but smile. He signs the kid's shirt and poses for a picture.

Meanwhile I stand there, dumbstruck.

God, he's perfect isn't he?

Hey hey hey,

Gahhh, I don't like this chapter all that much but I had to finish it's and upload. Sorry that's it's kind of short and not good :(((

This will be a double upload since I took a while to upload last time. I'll try to post again on Wednesday, maybe.

Thanks,

-bluxchxck