"Just Friends?"

Chapter 6

BRANDI'S POV

When I wake up, I can't help but think about last night. I hope things aren't weird. Maybe he doesn't feel the same anymore after our kiss. That can't be true because even after we came home we spent a full hour making out on the couch. Then when we finally stopped, we walked upstairs and kissed once more. We finally pulled away and went to our separate rooms to sleep. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when my mom calls my name from downstairs.

I get up and walk into the bathroom to check myself. After fiddling with my hair for five minutes I walk down the stairs. The whole downstairs smells of French toast, bacon, and orange juice. I avoid looking in Dylan's direction as I reach two pieces of bacon on the plate in front of his. My dad and his dad are laughing to themselves about something that happened last night at the golf park. As I glance around the table, it seems the only open seat just so happens to be next to him. I keep my eyes focused on the toast as I take my seat next to him.

My eyes dart to his direction, completely out of my control when he places his hand on my thigh searching for my hand. When I place my hand in his he squeezes gently and gives me a cheeky smile. I can't help but smile with him, he's gorgeous.

We finish our breakfast and sit at the table laughing and talking. It's like nothing has changed, and I like it this way. Every once in a while when I'm telling a story, he rubs his thumb over my hand and smiles. Maybe some things are different and I'm okay with that.

Somewhere along the way, our parents leave to go to the neighbor's who I guess they've become friends with.

"What do you want to do today?" he asks

"I want to hang out with my best friend," I look over to see him smiling. "Oh but I guess you'll do." I add with a sarcastic smirk.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." He pouts

"Oh shut up, you know you're the one I want to hang out with." I say reaching for his hand.

He seems to perk up at my comment, and I lean over to kiss his cheek. His grin grows across his face and pulls me back in to kiss his lips.

"Let's go skating?" He suggests

"Okay."

Me and Dylan go skating all the time back home. He taught me in sixth grade when I got my first board. I was so happy because I had been asking for a while, even though I had no clue how to ride one. After the first few trips to the ER, I finally started to get the hang of it.

Dylan and I go grab our board out of the garage and he tries to cover his laugh when he sees my board. He always teases me about how old it is and how I need a newer one, like his blue penny board. I've thought about it, but I'm so used to this one and I like the way it rides.

"I'm sorry, I can't skate with you, if you're gonna ride that." He chuckles

"Well what else am I gonna ride?" I ask placing my hands on my hips.

"I have an idea, give me that." He holds out his hand

I give him the board and watch as he walks over to the garbage can and tosses it in. "Hey!" I go to retrieve it.

He cuts me off, "no, leave it. Trust me." He turns on his heel and walks back into the house.

I follow him of course, "what am I gonna use?" I ask again.

He ignores me and walks out the front door after grabbing his wallet.

After about two blocks we walk into a small store, "Zach's Skate Shop" is what the sign reads. I follow Dylan into the back corner towards the decks.

"Pick one." He looks at me.

"Oh, no you are not buying me a new- ." I protest but he holds his hand up, interrupting me.

"Will you just pick one?"

I look at the wall of different Penny Boards, one immediately catches my eye.