Lately Bryson and I have been spending a lot of time together. I told him everything that's been going on and being with him helps keep my mind off of things. We've gotten so close and I trust him which surprised me cause I don't trust easily and I know what you're thinking but where just friends...
My friends on the other hand don't believe me. I had to beg Bryson to hang out with them saying he didn't feel like being bothered but after saying all make it up to him he reluctantly agreed and ever since then my friends well Ebony out of all of them thinks he's in love with me which I have pretty high doubts about. So today I met Bryson at a car garage where he works, trying to pass the time before I have to meet with my family at our counseling session.
I walked in to a much of noises of machines and guy covered in grease talking. I walked up to the front desk where a bald head man was looking through papers
"Umm excuse me" I said a little louder a second time when he didn't hear me.
"Can I help you little girl" he asked impatiently raised my eyebrow at him counting to 5 till I calmed down before I jumped over this counter and stabbed him with a pencil.
"Well old man, I'm here to see Bryson" I said glaring at him and he glared back
"Asia?" I heard Bryson say but I didn't look away from the old man who was still glaring at me
"You know her" the bald man asked him
"Yea I do" Bryson said grabbing my hand and tearing my gaze away from the grumpy old man. I looked at Bryson and he was covered in grease some was on his forehead and his cheek and he had some on his white t shirt but oddly enough he still looked really...sexy." it looked like you were going to kill that man" Bryson's laugh pulled me out of my thoughts. He led me over to the car he was working on, some guys that work there checking me out one even licked his lips." remember how you said you would make it up to me for hanging out with yo friends" he said smirking. I looked at him cautiously knowing I wouldn't like whatever he was thinking.
"Yea"
"Well here it is, it a -"
"1970 Chevy Camaro" I finished for him he looked shocked
"What? You grow up with two brothers and see if you don't know a little something something about cars" I said with a shrug
"Well this is my baby I've I'm building it from the ground up" he said proudly. He opened up the hood.
"How long with it take till you're done" I said looking at the engine
"not too long I hope" he said bending over the hood fixing something his muscle flexing and contracting with every movement." ok" he said standing up" come here" he said holding a tool. I sighed walking over and grabbing the tool
"ok what do I have to do" We spent what felt like forever on this car and it was a lot of fun at first I couldn't get the hang of it and Bryson got frustrated which made me laugh
"No not like that, Like this" he said coming to stand behind me where I was bent over grabbing my hand and helping tighten whatever that thing was called. "you got it" he said looking at me his face only being an inches away I could feel his breath brushing over my lips making my lick them his eyes following my movements. He started to lean in. I wanted him to do this right?
"Bryson" someone called making us jump apart hitting our head on the hood of the car in the process.
"What" He groaned
"Phone call"
"I'll be there in a minute" he said and looked at me
"Asia I -"
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My Mystery Boy
Teen Fiction"Close your eyes and take a deep breath, tomorrow will be a better day" is what I keep telling myself but it's getting harder and harder for me to believe when everywhere I look my life is falling to pieces, but when I look into those eyes, the eyes...
