You can blame this on soccerchickforever and shewhoshallwrite, who started this whole 'Nate/Brown' romance lol.
"So I'll wait for her to come, she won't break my heart, 'cause I know she'll be, from…" I pause where I usually pause, sighing as I place my guitar down next to me. I massage my face, trying to rub the stress away. Shane and Jason made it clear that we needed this song done by today, before the record label comes to see how far we are in song writing. If only I could get this one song done…
"What's wrong, love?" I look up to see Shane's uncle, Brown, walk into the room.
"I need to finish this song but I don't know what place to use," I sigh, handing him the lyrics.
He grins as he reads, his eyes twinkling in the light… wait, what am I thinking?
"This is good, really good. Is it a personal experience?" he asks me as he hands it back.
I shrug. "Kinda, Shane, Jason and I all wrote it together but they need me to finish the chorus."
"Why do they leave you with the chorus," he queries as he comes closer to me.
"Umm, I-I don't kn-know," I stutter. He's too close. Way too close.
"Is it because you have the most talent, come up with the best lyrics?" He leans in, a giant smirk taking over his face. I can smell his cologne, a musky scent.
"Well," he suddenly says as he takes a few steps back, acting as if that moment never happened. "Other than this time, I guess. You seem to be quite in a rut. "
I gulp. "Yes. So, umm, where are you from? You sound Australian to me…"
"Oh no!" Brown chuckles. "You think I'm Australian? You need to get your ears check then, mate."
"Oh, sorry," I blush. "I was just thinking it'd be really cool if you were from Australia."
"You think that's cool?" He seems really interested and comes closer to me. "Do you like people from Australia?"
"Well, I mean, I don't really have a preference, but yeah, they're cool." I walk backwards as I talk, but I eventually hit the wall behind me.
"I think you have your song," Brown says, and then his lips collide with mine.
My eyes widen. This is wrong. This is so wrong. But it feels so right.
Hesitantly, I start kissing back. He pushes me against the wall and gently cups my cheek with one hand. I slowly put one of my hands on his shoulders, thinking about how odd this is. I freeze as I feel his tongue rub against my lips, asking for entrance.
I must repeat, this is so wrong.
He tangles his other hand into my hair and continues to kiss me with passion. After a minute, I pull back, gasping for air. Brown smiles as I stare at him speechless.
Did that really happen?
"There you go, love. Now finish your song before the label gets here. I'll see you soon," he winks and leaves me confused against a wall.
Dazed, I stumble over to my notebook and finish the chorus.
I'm not sure if I should have liked that or been mildly freaked out. I guess I feel a mixture of both right now.
Is it wrong that I want it to happen again?
So I'll wait for him to come, he won't break my heart 'cause I know he'll be from Australia. He is so beautiful, he's my dream guy. La la la, la la la, he's my dream guy.
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