Just The Two Of Us <Sweet Pea FF>

93. Bret

If Sweet Pea has a girlfriend maybe I should get a boyfriend.

I mean let's be honest, it's not hard to find one. Guys are stupid. A little flirting and bam.

That's why I'm walking up the old stairs of stonewall prep.

That night with sweet pea was two days ago. The next morning was only light conversation, breakfast and a lot of confused looks coming from FP. I told him to text or call or just come by when he has trouble again. Although I know that the next time he will consult Mia, his girlfriend, or at least he should. I don't know what was different that night but something must've happened for him not to go to sleep at her house.

Not that I care. In fact I want as little information about their relationship as possible.

So where was I?
Bret.
Right.

"Is it inconvenient, right now? I can go." I look up at Bret's surprised face, out of everyone he probably wasn't expecting me to be here, and honestly me neither.

"No, no. It's quite alright, come in." He opens the door further and lets me inside.

"I heard music from outside."

"Yeah," he shrugs with a smile, "I was practicing on the violin."

"I never knew you played." My eyes fall down to the instrument on the table and a stack of sheet music next to it.

"Oh, doll. There are a lot of things you don't know about me."

There's something about the way violin sings that sets my heart into the deepest of symphonies, deeply harrowing and torrential in the way it encompasses my body. I can't find anything as which holds as much capacity in power as does the violin. It can be friend or mortal enemy, however, for always, it will be in an accompaniment, helping to portray the players feelings to the crowd.

"I love the Violin."

He cocks an eyebrow at me, turning with an intruiged look, "Really?"
I hum.
"Do you want to try it?"

While biting down on my lips I liftt my right hand in the air, he really didn't notice my cast.
"That's not a problem." He picks up the wooden body and before I can protest he puts it in the nape of my neck.

I press my chin against it and he takes my left hand to place them on the strings. Bret moves, walking up behind me with the bow in his hand. His hard chest is flash against my back and he leans his head to speak into my ear.

My heart rate picks up at his deep voice hitting my ear, as he explains how I have to place my fingers. I try to listen intently but with him so close it's hard to keep a clear head.
Damn it.

"Let's try it."

I nod and press down on the strings as he moves the bow.

The violin's slender strings caress my fingers, its curves are tenderly traced under my palm, and to me, nothing in the world can possibly compare to the sense of empowerment which is achieved with the most marvelling mix of notes.

I like the crescendo coming out of the violin, because that reminds me of sunrise and waking up after a sweet dream. When I hear pizzicato, I remember playing hide and seek with my childhood friends. The magical shoulder instrument brings relaxation as the sound of vibration touches me inside my heart.

"You're a natural talent." He smiles as we finish the little melody, not moving out of our position.

I scoff and lean back into his chest, "You've done most of the work."

"Perhaps." Bret smirks at me as I look up at him, and he presses a kiss on my lips.

We continued the rest of the day talking and laughing and flirting. It's a nice distraction from sweet pea and his girlfriend. Are they doing the same thing right now? Sitting on his bed, seeking contact and just talking, content with spending time with each other.

I've stayed silent for a while now staring at the ceiling when suddenly bret pulls me onto his lap. My yelp is cut short by another kiss.

His mouth tastes like the peppermint candy he took, cool and warm at the same time. I forgot how it was to kiss him and how he would lick his top lip and fold them to the bottom one. I forgot how gentle he was and how he would caress my face and lean me towards him.

"Do you want to stay over tonight?" He asks pulls away and rests his forehead against mine before he gets back to placing small kisses on my lips.

"I'd love that, sweets."

My eyes shoot open in shock, I must look like a squeezed frog, about to pop. But Bret just continues kissing, eyes closed and chuckles lightly at me.

"Sweets?"

"It's a, eh, a nickname." Technically not a lie. It's just not a nickname for him.

"I like it." His lips pull into a foolish smile.

After that I kept my mouth shut, trying to get my head back in the game. But sweet pea came popping up over and over again with his damned soft hair and chocolate brown eyes.

Why won't he leave me in peace? Just let me enjoy this and let me move on.
I just want to move on, that's why I'm here.

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"Don't you have school?" Bret puts on his school uniform as I lay, wrapped in his blanket, on the bed.

"I got a few days off for my arm."
Saying it out loud, it doesn't make a lot of sense but Fp suggested it and who would deny such an offer. Not me.

The blond shrugs and ties his tie. This school is so pretentious.

But I have to say I got used to it.
I went back to school for the last week and then came the holidays. Christmas has gone by just as new years. I spent a lot of time with my friends but even more with bret.

For a while I didn't tell anyone because I knew they would be against it. And they were when they finally found out.

"It's not like we are dating." I rolled my eyes at Betty's reprimanding look.
"Who?" Sweet pea had walked up to us with determined steps.
"Bret." Betty had spit out and sweets face feel like a corpse in cement.

"We are not dating. Definitely not." I don't know why it was so important for me to clarify that, especially since its sweet pea. He broke up with mia short into the new year by the way.

"Alright." He shrugged after composing himself again and walked away, ignoring the reason he actually came over to us.

"Ugh, Betty." I sighed.
"Just admit you like him."
"You want me to say I like bret? Kinda contradict-"

"No! Sweet pea." She exclaimed and threw her hands in the air.

But did I like bret? We've been spending time and even went out someday but besides playing the violin it's just pretty physical. Let's be honest, he has the emotional intelligence of a four year old.

But I'm happy for the first time since I can't remember when and if this distraction is what I need then this is what I'm going to do.

Eventually school started again and spring comes around the corner.

And with that the anual Stonewall Prep Ides of March party.

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Hey guys,
I'm sorry it took me a while but I couldn't get myself motivated to write since I don't necessarily like the plot of the latest Riverside seasons.
That's also why there is a little time jump, to pick up with the Story line but I won't focus too much on that since you all already know how it ends.

And there you have your violin scene ;)
If anybody has requests like this please let me know I'd love to include them in the story.

Hope you all stay safe during this time.
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