Chapter 8

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Chapter 8: "Swear you on my mind, that's where you stay. It's only you, ain't no room for nobody else."

Brandon's POV

Being home alone, all day long, is not fun at all. First I had to convince my mom that I was genuinely unable to go to school, which made me have to do chores in return. Then when I finished those I was so fucking bored. I wanted to text Z, but I didn't know if he'd get in trouble or not. Teachers are wishy washy. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I found something to do.

I sat in front of my laptop and the mic, grabbed my headphones, and started throwing together ideas for a beat. After I was satisfied with how it turned out, I started to add lyrics. It was a love song of some sort, but it was weird. Zion and I were just that. In love, but weird.

About halfway through the day, Zion came over and I was so excited to show him what I had made but I felt like he was hiding something from me. I asked about to and he didn't answer. I would've pried more into it but I was in a good mood.

"Z! Listen to this!"

He chuckled. "With all that excitement, it better be good."

*play the fucking song whores*

"Why do I keep quiet? Can't explain. I swear you're on my mind, it's where you stay.

It's only you, ain't no for nobody else. Fill me up like I clear my plate.

Falling one by one for you, like a domino. It's a butterfly effect. How'd we get here? I don't know.

But one things for sure, and you gotta know....

Just chill.

Just chill, ill.

Just chill.

The lyrics ended there and I let the beat play out for him.

"B, where the fuck have you been hiding all of that talent? Since when could you produce, hell since when could you sing? Am I a bad boyfriend? Because I didn't know any of this." He looked so amazed yet satisfied. I blushed and looked down.

"It's not like a career choice or anything but I love singing and I love producing. I just love making music."

He looked at me as if he was admiring me.

"B, your passion for your craft is so inspirational. Fuck you're gonna make me cry. Do you have any more of these snippets?"

Truth be told, I have thousands hidden away in my laptop.

{writing this line thoroughly pissed me off because it's TRUE! FUCK!}

"Yeah but that's for another time. Let me start on my homework that I missed." I really needed to get it done, I hate being behind on things and missing school, but I genuinely couldn't walk.

"Promise?" He pouted

"I promise, Z."

"Okay, here. And if you need any help, I'm here. I actually payed a little attention today because I know you hate being confused."

I smiled softly and looked down. He knows me so well.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Now c'mon lets go to your room and work."

I nodded at his words and walked upstairs. I sat in one of the chairs at my desk and Z took the other one. I hate doing my homework while lying in my bed because I get sleepy, so mother dear bought me a desk.

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