"Just Friends?"

Chapter 15

BRANDI'S POV

I was out on my morning jog and I ran into the guy from the under 21 club, Sam. We stopped jogging but continued walking, we came across a small little cafe and Sam offered to buy me a smoothie. I sat down at one of the tables while he went to the counter and ordered two Straw-Nana punches. He handed me mine and decided to keep walking along the trail.

"You mean to tell me you've never had a deep fried Twinkie?" Sam asks shocked.

"No, they sound disgusting." I laugh.

"Oh my gosh you haven't lived until you've tried one!"

"I guess I'm not living." I tease.

"No come on, you're trying one right now!" He turns on his heel and pulls me along.

About five minutes later, we are walking up to a food truck parked on the street advertising deep fried Oreos, funnel cakes, and deep fried Twinkie's. Sam hands the guy the money in exchange for the plate of diabetes. I bring the treat to my nose and cringe at the smell, it smells terrible. I hesitantly bring it to my mouth and take a bite. Sam waits and watches as I chew.

"So what do you think?" He asks, chewing on one of his own.

"Hmm, not bad. Not great, but not too bad." I swallow.

"Not bad?! Brandi this food was a gift from the gods." He overstates.

"Okay, okay it's great." I laugh.

"Damn right it is!" He laughs along.

We stop laughing and all of a sudden it's just an awkward silence, then something happens. Sam moves in closer to me and before I can think, pulls me in and leans down to kiss me. I can't do this, I have a boyfriend. DYLAN!

I pull away, "I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend."

"Oh, I'm sorry I thought you were .. the other night you said .. my bad." He stumbles.

"No, I'm sorry. I should've said something." I fiddle with my fingers.

"Well whoever he is, he is a very lucky guy."

"Thank you."

"I should get going, gotta run off that Twinkie."

"Yeah, see you around Sam."

"See ya Brandi." He turns on his heel and jogs off.

I spend the rest of the walk home, listening to music and thinking about how I'm going to tell Dylan. I love him, I really love him. I don't want to lose him.

...

When I walk in the front door, Dylan is sitting passed out on the couch. I walk over to him and put my hand on his leg, his eyes flutter open and look to me. A smile spreads across his face and he pulls me into his chest. My heart aches as his arms tighten around me. I pull away and can't help but cringe when I see a look of worry wash over his face. I start fiddling with my thumbs and I can't bare to look at him. I can't lose him, I'm crazy about him. I need to tell him.

"Dylan, I have to tell you something." I stutter, choking on the last few words.

"What is it?" He grabs my hand and forces me to look at him.

"Do you remember the guy Sam from the club?" I look at him and try to figure out his expression.

"Yeah." Confusion is definitely present in his tone.

"Well I ran into him this morning on my jog, and we were talking and he kissed me." I blurt out as fast as possible.

"Oh," He drops my hand and turns a little, "did you uh kiss him back?"

"No, I pulled away as soon as it happened. I just wanted to tell you."

I try to read the expression on his face, but I can't. He looks calm, confused but definitely calm.

He sits like this for a while before getting up and walking away.