Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 19: They Sang- Hey!

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My eyes slowly break open, as the blazing sun wakes me up. I shuffle to my side and realize something's missing. Brendon. I spread my arms out ,let out a huge yawn, then sit up off the floor.

"Hey Bren?" I say across the hall.

"Yeah? I'm in the kitchen." He responds like he's a busy man. Oh please, the only 'busy' things he does at home is watch tv. I scoff at my cheesy joke and I continue to the kitchen area. Brendon approaches the small table and sets down plates for the two of us followed by some glasses of orange juice. He then gestures me to sit and I obey him. I pull a chair up and he sets down a burnt heart shaped pancake in front of me. He just warms my heart. I mean, he can't cook for shit, but it's the thought that counts.

I smile up at him and he presses his lips against my forehead. He moves his hand across my face, rubbing against the stubble of rising beard. He serves himself and sits down across from me.

"Ok so you want to do something fun today?" He asks, stuffing a stack of three pancake pieces in his mouth.

I nod and smile back. I'm still to tired to talk.

"So I was thinking," he shoves more food into his already full mouth," lets go to the beach."

I FUCKING LOVE THE BEACH.

I try to contain my happiness and respond with a casual sure, then get up and wash my dish.

One Hour Later...

We finally arrived to the Santa Monica beach, after all the insane traffic. He pulls out his bag of beach stuff from the trunk and slams it shut. We walk on over to a small space close to shore and set down our towels-his being a bright blue with white stripes and mine being a boring red.

We sit up on our blanket and lock our hands and they sit in the warm sand. We hear the waves crash against the short and come close to our feet, but never really reach us. Our hands stay locked but he carriers himself down and lays on my lap just like last night. Instead of running my fingers through his hair, I grab a handful of sand and pour it on him. He just gets up and gives me a death look.

I shrug my shoulders, crack a smile and a small chuckle,

"Sorry?"

He then gets up and looks around the beach for something. He runs to a little girl and then steals her bucket with her permission (because, yes, I'm dating a gentleman).

Shit shit shit shit shit.

What the hell did I start? I try to run away but it's too late. By the time I get up I'm drenched in ocean water. Dripping at the bottom of my shirt, and salt stinging my eyes.

"You're not going to get away with this!" I yell.

I quickly take my shirt off and scoop him up off the now burning white sand. I carry him bridal style into the ocean and we fall back when were out enough just to cover our waists.

We laugh hysterically, still not speaking a word but knowing our feelings in each others eyes. Brendon presses his lips against mine and wraps his legs around my waist, as I pull him closer to my face.

He pulls back and rolls his eyes, "You're fucking perfect"

"Oh really? I thought we've already established that I'm the best boyfriend ever?!" I chuckle.

We then proceed to passionately kiss, his teeth nibbling at my bottom lip and my tongue exploring the roof of his mouth. He moves his hand down to my shorts and reaches in toward my bulge.

"Brendon! We're at the beach! " I shake my head and laugh.

"Fine. Way to keep it pg." He pouts.

We then make our way to shore, dry off and relax before we have to go to dinner. Today is the last day before we have to go on tour so we decided to go to a fancy restaurant in celebration. I'm not too too excited to go back- I mean it's only filled with secrets and Spencer running into us. But it's for the fans and they deserve it.