Winters' Storm// Ryden

Chapter Five: Unintentional Cuddles

     I couldn't tell if I had passed out and this was all a dream or if me and Brendon were actually sitting in a restaurant at 2am.

    Brendon shoved a fry into his mouth. In front of him was a burger, fries and some sort of milkshake. I only had a salad, I told him I wasn't hungry but he insisted on getting me something.

    I've been staring at Brendon almost the whole time. Either he hasn't noticed or he's just not going to say anything. I can't help it, he catches my eye. I could study him for hours and still find things to look at. Why was he doing this to me?

    I looked down and picked up my fork. I began to eat slowly. Like I said, I'm not hungry. But I didn't want to be rude and have Brendon pay for something I wasn't going to eat.

    "So why were you walking out late at night?" I asked him curiously.

    "I told my parents I was going to stay at a friends tonight but they ditched me. I don't wanna go home, my mom has been a bitch lately. I just decided to walk around and maybe go to a motel or something" I was seeing a different side of him. I honestly had been thinking this whole time that Brendon has the perfect life where both his parents are gross lovey dovey straight people, both have great jobs and Brendon gets everything handed to him. Guess I shouldn't be jumping to conclusions. Maybe we don't have as many differences as I thought.

    "How come- like the mom thing."

    He shrugged. It was the type of shrug that was a silent saying of "I don't feel like talking about it." So I left it alone. I'm not the one to push people like that.

    We both went back to eating. This time the silence was painful, there was tension in the air. Not the type where Brendon was mad at me, but I knew something was bothering him. I didn't want to push but I really wanted to help him. The little light in his eyes were a little darker after having to think about whatever it was poking at his brain. This wasn't an act, Im seeing Brendon as a real person. Not some stuck up jock who gets everything handed to him. Why couldn't I see this from the start? It's probably just because I push people away and assume the worst.

                                                                                   
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    Brendon is walking me back to Pete's house. A nice gesture that he insisted on doing. I wasn't too excited, not because Brendon is still with me but the fact that my side of town is absolute trash. I'm embarrassed that someone as perfect and deserving of everything had to come to my side of town.

   I promised myself I wouldn't get attached to Brendon but things happen, things change. Now I don't ever want to be without Brendon. This isn't love, it's craving a friendship... right?

    As we reached my house I noticed that Pete was back and that means he's going to ask me a million and one questions about why I went out and why the hell Brendon is along my side.

    I walked up to the front door and turned to Brendon. I didn't know if I wanted to stay with him for the rest of the night or if I wanted to run away and hide from him forever. It wouldn't be too hard, I mean we live across town and I've never seen him in my life except for today. And I've lived here all of my sixteen years.

     "Do you want me to come inside?" He asked, his voice soft. I wanted to say no so badly but I couldn't do it. So I nodded my head and and pushed the door open.

    Pete and Patrick were laying on the couch, snuggled up. They both looked at me at the same time. Pete was about to say something before Brendon stepped into the view.