Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔

I6I - Pinball Wizard

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I stare deeply into Brian's eyes, my pleas obvious to know what is inside his bag as he mocks me with a smirk. My eyes are wide in thought, as Brian watches me patiently as he securely puts his hands gently over his bag as if he is reassuring for me to not have a peak.

"I'm worthy..." is all I can whisper out, lost in his eyes again but I'm drawn out of his gaze once he laughs in my face and turns his head disapprovingly, "That isn't a reason."

I groan in annoyance and lean back into my spot, wondering whatever the hell is in his bag, maybe so much so I would be considered a robber to people walking by. Or maybe because just think we're strange.

I think for a few moments, my eyes up at the sky and an idea come to me, causing me to bounce up and sit sideways on my leg, having a good feeling of my idea. "What if I bought you a coffee?"

Brian raises an eyebrow and turns his body to look back at me but tilts his head and taps his chin, he hums in thought. Soon enough he tucks his arms over his chest. "Take me out to lunch."

Almost immediately, I cringe merely at the thought, doing anything remotely near to "cheating" in Cory or going out with someone else behind his back. It also throws me off because I'm pretty sure he was a girlfriend too. I wasn't even cheating on Cory last night and he barely almost killed me. I stammer but clear my throat, trying to go along with his teasing,
"I'll buy you some sparkly sneakers?" I slowly suggest.

"Take me out to dinner," Brian smirks, being the negotiator of hoe this entire thing works. I groan and roll my eyes, "I'll settle with lunch."

Brian soon lowers his arms and smiles rather largely and nods in some annoying, agreeing manner. He moves quickly back on the chair, away from me and losing contact and I suddenly feel less warm though he wasn't even on me in the first place. He heaves both of his legs on the bench and sits with then crisscrossed barley somehow (him being so tall and all). I allow the smile to grow on my face as Brian pulls the strap over his head and adjusts the bag up in his lap and looks inside the opening, a sweet look appearing on his features.

It's almost like everything had become so gentle and soft, not something I've seen yet after hanging out with him only for a few days. Now I can no longer just stare at the bag for some moments of comfortable silence but like the weirdo I am, I'm watching Brian.

Once he glances back up, I divert my attention hurriedly back to the satchel.
"Hold your hands out." Brian simply says, his hands now inside the bag. I don't even think I've ever been so focused on anything ever. I open my mouth to question him first, but knowing I would probably get no real response from Brian, I hold my hands out but as soon as I see the letters on my right wrist peeking out I quickly move my left and hand to pull up the sleeve like it's nothing and clear my throat. "Now close your eyes."

I snicker, "Is this some Fifty Shades shit?"

"No!" Brian laughs but clears his throat to compose himself seriously, "Close your eyes, Rog."

His voice sounds so soft and calming, but also very demanding at the same time and just his voice being all quiet alone is kind of making me have thoughts I don't even intend or want to have. It's like a type of demanding I've never experienced before. I feel chills even with my warm hoodie so I pretty much close my eyes without second-guessing it again.

I suddenly feel Brian's lengthy fingers touch upon my own, and they feel really warm which isn't what I was anticipating, or even just wanting in general. I think I was expecting Brian to have these cold, doctor hands without any idea why. He pulls my hands close together so both of my pinkies touch and I still have no clue what he's doing, in fact, I become more regretful. "Brian, I swear-"