entitled; can't give you up
summary; I had to stop it. It had to stop now and progress no further- "Hey you." -than this room. His voice fills the air as he walks into the band room, the jump in his step, the smile on his lips that you can literally feel.
rating; PG
author's note; So, I don't know if I will be doing more of these or not, but if you guys want to leave me prompts for anything you have in mind that you would like to see written if you don't write yourselves, feel welcome to let me know in the comments or either of my tumblr's, the links are on my home page and I'll put them at the end.
disclaimer; sadly, no.

#1 piano piece complete.

I sit in the room with all the instruments- the first room where I actually felt safe in this school. The wooden, acoustic guitar sits on my lap and I pluck at the cords randomly, just thinking, not really playing the notes. A zoned-out state where my thoughts consume me and I fall in willingly- as in the huge mistake I would regret later if anyone found out that I was involved with my foster brother. How Jude would never forgive me if I didn't stop this before it was too late. I had to stop it. It had to stop now and progress no further- "Hey you." -than this room.

His voice fills the air as he walks into the band room, the jump in his step, the smile on his lips that you can literally feel. I turn my head slightly to the right and he leans down; hi hand brushing my hair back away from my cheek and pressing his warm lips to mine in a chaste kiss. His hand trails my shoulder leaving a rolling, burning feeling like lava under my skin, bursting to escape from me- a sweet torture. I see him in front of me, finally, as he takes the chair by the piano. His hair needs cut again, it is hanging in front of his eyes; I laugh as her brushes it backward with his hand and then he is looking at me with pure adoration which makes me shift in my seat.

I sit my guitar beside my own chair that I claimed at the beginning of lunch hour and lean back with a signature smirk plastered to my lips. Folding my arms against my chest, I cross my legs one over the other; he turns himself to the piano, placing his finger on the keys. "Hey yourself." I tease. He glances over his shoulder at me with his hazel eyes lit up like fireworks bursting in the sky. Helpless to stop it, my smirk turns into a smile. I stand and walk over towards the window, where a stool in front of the piano sits. I look out over the lawn and the crowded lunch tables where people rush to talk and eat and gossip. I look over at Brandon, who is strangely more content to sit at or with an instrument and lose himself- no matter how charming he really is, no matter what he says.

He doesn't look up as I take a seat on the stool. "Do you remember that piece I showed you?" He asks me as his fingers glide and switch from an A flat to a C minor or whatever. I can never keep them straight like I can with a guitar. I do, however, reach for my lunch bag, which I laid on the window sill when I got here.

"The one about your family?" I ask as I bite into the apple. Green and sour enough to make a face last in a bitter expression. Brandon nods as he starts to really play. "Yeah- what about it?" I take another bite, acclimating myself to its sourness.

He looks up, still playing. Showoff. "I believe I told you that there was something missing." He plays Stef and Lena's part. "I think," he hits a difficult note in his piece, "that I finally figured it out."

I raise my eyebrows in amusement. "A year later?"

He rolls his eyes at me as he goes into a new part. "Less than a year, Cal." His fingers move so fast; it's fascinating. "This is me coming home..." He plays on. "This is you coming in." I look up to his face- he says it like it was to be expected, as if we were talking weather and not his song. He doesn't look at me, he is watching his hands. The sound becomes choppy; rough. "That is us getting Jude." Then it levels out and becomes sweet, his fingers race across the board though it doesn't sound like it. "This is all of us, getting along and finding our way." The melody comes to an end and he holds the last measure for a final second and lifts off.

I look up from the piano and take him in as he gets up and comes to me. He puts my half-eaten apple on top of my lunch bag and takes my hands, holding them down to our sides. I look at him wide-eyed, forgetting about the windows on the door or that Lena could pass by them at any second. All I know are his golden green irises, liquid emerald and scathing into mine. Melting me.

"Please don't be cliché." is all I manage to quip and he laughs a quit laugh, soft. Brandon locks his eyes on mine and drops my hands. He places his, fingertips still warm from racing around the piano, on my neck and lays his forehead against mine. He hovers there and I remain motionless and breathless. His kiss is quick. He pulls an inch away and I'm sure my breath smells like coffee and apples. "You were the missing piece." Before I can push him away or give him a look, he pulls me to him- his lips against mine; locking his hand in my wavy hair. I put my hands around his hips, letting my fingers twist around each other and I hold him, pulling him in toward me. He breaks the heavy kiss and turns it into a hug, circling my neck and I reach my arms up- breaking my hands and hold his shoulders as if I was going to do a curl-up on the bar in gym class.

"I loved it." I seriously tell him in his ear. Who am I kidding? I can't stop this; I couldn't when I first got here and I can't now. Not when I can literally feel his smile.

As I said previously, I do not know if I will continue this one-shot as one of my many one-shot stories, but if you want to leave me a prompt or more than one for anything Brallie you have in mind that you would like to see written if you don't write yourselves, feel to tell me in comment form or .com (- reg. tumblr) or .com (-fanfiction tumblr)

XoXo- PoetWITHOUTaCause