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Brennan and I have been friends since first grade, and best friends since fourth; we're now Freshmen in college. Both of us, oddly enough, are undecided on our majors and our minors. Brennan and I live in an off-campus apartment, two-bed, two-bath, together.
"Sean?" A voice says my name.
I turn around in the lecture hall I'm currently standing in. It's one of my favorite professors, Professor White. Professor White and I just hit it off right away! I enjoy her subject (History) so I'm sure that helps, but we also just clicked so well! I often come to her when I need advice on something.
"Hi, Professor White!" I say. "Thank you for staying after school to talk," I asked her if she would be able to meet after school because I need to talk to her about something.
"Oh please! In school call me Professor White, after school call me Julie!" She reprimands. We both laugh and I sit at the chair in front of her desk.
"I have a problem," I tell her simply. "And I have no idea what to do."
"Well, I'll do the best I can to help you out!" She says.
"You know my best friend, Brennan, right? Brennan Pilot?"
She nods. "I do. What's going on?"
"Well, I like him. A lot. I think I might be in love with him."
"Really? Aw! I always thought you two would work well together!"
"You did!?"
"Yes!"
"Well, anyway, I can't stop thinking about him, I always want to be with him and near him, he makes my heart pound, and I get butterflies in my belly when I think about him or am near him. It didn't use to be this bad, but these last few weeks have done some work! I just—I really think I'm in love with him."
There's a bang behind me and I whip around. The door banged into the wall, and there, standing in the doorway is Brennan.
"H-how-how long have you been standing there?" I ask him.
"Long enough," he says. Almost angrily and turns around.
"Go," Julie tells me. "Fix this."
I nod and run after him.
"Brennan!" I yell. He doesn't turn around, he starts to walk faster. I follow him all the way to our apartment. He lets himself in and slams the door in my face. I let myself in after him and throw my stuff to the side, walking into the apartment and finding him.
"What?" He snaps when he sees me.
"I'm sorry!" I say. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know it would bother you this much!"
"Yeah, it bothers me!" My heart plummets into my stomach, and my stomach drops to my feet.
"I'm sorry, I really am sorry, Bren!"
"Who were you even talking about?" He asks. My heart raises a little.
"Wait, you mean you didn't hear the entire thing?" I ask him, stepping further into his bedroom. "Why are you so upset, then?"
"Because you like someone else!"
My heart raises back into my chest and starts to pound; it's so loud, I'm pretty sure he can hear it.
"No, no, I don't," I whisper as I step further into the room, and walk over to him. I stroke his cheek with my hand, cupping his face. He looks into my eyes.
"You mean..." he begins. "You were talking about me?"
I nod. "I was Bren," I start. "I love you."
He looks at me for a few seconds before he comes close to me, closer than he's ever been, and presses his lips against mine.
I grab his waist gently, pulling him closer to me.
"I love you, baby," he says in a low voice—so low that it's almost a whisper—against my lips. Before I can respond, however, his lips are back on mine once again. He tugs me closer to him, gently, and holds me tightly against him so that my body actually starts to curve into his. He staggers backward and sits down on the bed, pulling me with him, and pulls my legs up a little bit to make sure I'm on him. I let my legs hang down beside his knees, as his hands rest on my lower back, above the waistband of my pants. He breaks the kiss, moving to my neck. I let out a whimper when he finds my sweet spot.
"Mmmm...." I whimper, biting my bottom lip. I feel his lips smile against my skin. He grabs me tighter; one arm snakes around my waist and his other hand grabs both of my hands, pinning them down. Even though I fight to keep it in, I let out a moan, biting my lip once more trying to keep the rest of it in.
"Let it out, my love," Brennan purrs seductively, lifting his lips from neck for a brief moment.
I whimper, trying to keep the moans in, but it's getting to the point where I can't hold back.
"Mmmmmmmmph!" I moan, a little louder than before.
"Hmm, you like that baby?" Brennan asks, once again in a purring tone.
"Mmhmm," I say, with a hint of a moan. He hums against my skin. I don't think I've ever felt so vulnerable with Brennan, but then again I am sitting on his lap as he gives me probably about a million hickeys. He moves from my sweet spot on my neck, to where my neck meets my shoulder.
"Ughhhh!" I moan. "Baby!"
He giggles lightly. "You like that, don't you, baby boy?"
"Mmhmm," I moan out again. "Ooh, baby right there,"
He smiles against my skin and moves back to my lips, kissing them softly. I cup his face, scooting further up his lap. I lean into the kiss, grasping at him. He breaks his lips from mine and looks at me, biting his lip.
"I love you," he tells me softly, looking up at me.
I smile at him. "I love you too," I whisper leaning down and kissing his lips softly.
1/20/20
I would just like to say, I was in the car while writing this and I felt so awkward, not because I was in the car, but because I don't usually write a whole bunch of stuff like that.
