26, Shawn

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She walks back to the bed and I run my hand through my hair.

I'm confused.

She lays down and curls into her little corner. I sigh and lay down on my side of the bed. I stare at the ceiling when she groans.

"Your never this boring." She complains and I furrow my eyebrows. She turns to me and goes on top of me, straddling my lap.

"Woah," I say and adjust her body so she's not on top of my fucking dick.

"What's wrong with you?" She whines and draws shapes on my chest. I choke on my words.

"Uh," I rub my eyes, "nothing." I lie and she just glares at me.

"Fine, whatever." She says, beginning to move off of my lap.

"No no no," I pull her back onto my lap and she giggles, "okay, it's just... Somethings have been bothering me." I explain and she nods.

"You wanna talk about it?" She whispers and I sigh. She has a weird look to her at the moment. Her eyes keep glancing at my lips, but I can tell she's trying to retain. Something inside me urges me to just grab her face and smash our lips together, but instead, I just stare at her.

She acts like a totally different person when she's drunk. She acts wild and parties hard and gets into fucking fights.

"Let's talk about it." She says and I sigh.

"Nothing, it's just some dumb shit that's going on with someone I used to be involved with," I answer, not really wanting to.

"That's not talking about," hiccup, "it." She urges and I groan.

"Just mind your business Brianna," I mutter and she rolls her eyes.

"I hate it when you do that." She pouts and puts her head on top of my chest.

"It's just something you don't need to worry about, Brianna." I sigh and she mimics me under her breath.

"It's fine, I get it." She lies and I put a hand on her thigh.

"So why'd you get in a fight with Maria?"

"Mind your business, Shawn." She repeats, I chuckle.

"I'm serious, how come? What started the fight?" I urge and she sighs. She sits up to look me in my face.

I just wanna see if she'll lie to me.

"Maria's bitch ass," hiccup, "said something about Brook's situation with her parents and it made me mad." She explains and I nod, "and then she talked about David." Her face softens and I can see her eyes get watery. She grabs my other hand and begins to play with it, taking her mind off of everything.

"She's a bitch," I tell her and she laughs. She messes with the rings that are on my middle finger and pinkie.

"No kidding." She sighs and I examine her. Her hands are like 12 times small than my own.

"Just, don't listen to her, she's talks shit because she likes attention." She caresses my palm with her thumb.

"Trust me, I know she likes attention." She says and I chuckle.

"I'm sorry I went MIA for a few days." I say, changing the subject.

"You mean two weeks?" She slurs, stopping what she was doing and I nod. She rolls her eyes and goes back to messing with my hand.

"Yeah... I had to take care of some stuff." I say and she lays down on my chest, bringing my hand to her chest. I tense for a second.

"I thought you died or something. I didn't mind." She teases and I nudge her. She interlaces her fingers with mine and holds them tightly to her chest on top of me.

"Fuck you too." I laugh. The music from downstairs fills the comfortable silence. I loosen my muscles and take a deep breath. Soon Brianna's breathing goes soft. Her head is directly on top of my chest, so she can hear my heartbeat. I hesitate before smoothing out her hair with my hand, realizing it's still in a tight ponytail. It's soft and not nappy like Maria's gross hair. She has great hair, don't get me wrong but damn. She doesn't take care of it at all.

I sit up slightly, she groans.

"I'm gonna take out your ponytail alright?" I whisper and she wraps her tiny arm, my hand in her other one. I sigh and softly pull the scrunchie out of her hair. She mumbles something but I can't tell what she said, "what?" I whisper again.

"Thank you." She slurs and kisses my chest. My palms go sweaty and I feel a warm feeling that makes my heart pulse.

What am I going to do with you?

I lay back down and pull the blanket over us. Her legs tangle with mine and I run my hands through her hair, listening to her breathing. She doesn't snore like Maria either. I actually don't mind her breathing at all. Her arms tighten around me, as do her legs.

Soon I drift into sleep, my hand raking through Brianna's brown hair.

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