When I wake up, my arm is across Brandon's bare torso, and I can tell he is staring at me. "Care to tell me why you're watching me?" I mumble into his chest, and he laughs.
"I'm still amazed by how beautiful you are."
I smile and move closer to him, "You don't have to stare at me."
"I can't stop myself." Brandon answers, lacing his fingers with mine.
"Hm. I'm sure."
"Hey!" He says, defending himself. "You stare at me."
"That's because I never get used to you."
"And I'm supposed to be used to you?"
"I don't know," I answer, smiling. "Maybe. You should, I mean, I literally lived in your house for two months."
Brandon laughs, and I push the hair out of his eyes, which looks like a rat nest from last night and he kisses me. "I'm hungry."
"You're such a boy."
"But I want to stay like this too."
"Stay for a few minutes, then you can cook me breakfast."
"Who said I was making breakfast?"
"I do," I say, playfully pushing him away from me. "Get to it."
"Fine. Chocolate chip pancakes?"
I have already buried my face in his pillow, and I hear him sigh. "Well, then."
After a few minutes of quiet, I can hear Brandon calling me. "Uh, Callie?"
"Yeah?"
"Uh, can you come here for a minute?"
I groan, and pull myself out of the comfy bed, and I wish that Brandon didn't leave at all. That would have been a lot better.
"Yeah?" I ask, walking into the kitchen, only to see Brandon leaning against the counter in only his boxers.
Brandon doesn't say anything, just nods his head towards the kitchen table, and I look over at it, only to see Mariana sitting in one of the chairs, her feet on the table, on her phone.
"Uh, how'd you get in?" I ask.
"Good morning to you too, well more like afternoon. You left the door unlocked, so."
"Just because the door is unlock, it doesn't mean that you can just walk in."
Mariana shrugs at Brandon's comment.
"I, uh, I can see that. Why are you here?" I ask her.
"Moms sent me to check on you since neither of you were answering your phones," Mariana tells me, smiling. "I will tell them that you two made it home safe and sound."
"Please do," Brandon answers. "Now you can leave."
"Geez, Brandon. Maybe I should tell moms what happened last night, because judging on your hair and Callie's outfit, you two had a lot of fun last night."
My cheeks heat up, and I look away from her, but she's already getting up. "If you two do plan on going out today, I'd clean up first." I can hear the door slam behind her.
"I, uh, well." Brandon says, opening the fridge, probably to get eggs and milk.
"That was unexpected."
"Very unexpected. At least it wasn't moms. That would have been about five hours of yelling from Stef, oh, and add on another hour of lecturing from Lena, so it would actually be six hours."
"Aww, they're just upset that their little wittle boy is all grown up." I say pinching his cheeks.
"My point is th-"
"Nobody would've been better."
Brandon looks at me and smiles. "Yeah, that would've been a lot better. We should've just stayed in bed."
"Well, I'm starting to get a little hungry now, so..."
Brandon pouts, crossing his arms. "I'm not hungry anymore."
"I'm sure, you're always hungry."
"Not true."
"Brandon, you're always eating something."
Brandon grumbles and turns on the stove, and starts making the pancake batter.
I elbow him out of the way. "I'll do it. You made a huge mess last time."
Brandon chuckles, and lets me push him away from the bowl, wrapping his arms around my waist. "That was you, Cals." He says in my ear.
"Same thing." I mutter, which only causes him to laugh.
"Certainly the same thing. You don't have to cook."
I shrug, "It's okay."
"Maybe I want to cook my amazing girlfriend breakfast on a Saturday morning." Brandon mumbles, kissing my cheek.
"It's almost one," I point out, gesturing to the clock, which was broken, so it really didn't prove my point, but Brandon pulls me closer to him, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"Same thing." I hear him mutter.
"Yeah, sure."
"At least let me help." He pleads.
"Okay, Okay. Gosh. I didn't think that you'd want to cook breakfast that much."
"My pancakes are killer."
I roll my eyes, and this time he's elbowing me out of the way playfully.
I give up, knowing there was no way he was going to let me even try to cook, and even if I did try, he'd just stay in the same place because he's like a rock.
I sit on the opposite counter and watch him as he knocks over the bowl of batter onto the floor.
I just smile as he swears.
"I blame you." He states, bending down to clean it up.
"You can do that," I tell him. "But I blame you when we don't have breakfast."
Brandon grumbles as he throws the paper towel into the garbage. "I tried my best."
After another ten minutes, Brandon cooked more pancakes. I look over at him, and he somehow managed to get batter on his chest.
"What are we doing today?" I ask, and Brandon shrugs.
"I don't know. We can just stay here all day or something. Do you want to do anything?"
I shrug, and he wraps his arms around my waist. I've gotten used to the feeling of his arms around me, and almost Every time, my response is to lean against him.
When I do, I can tell he smiles. "Well, what about today? What do you want to do?" He asks.
"I'm tired."
This chapter is kinda boring, but I made it, ya know, because I'm a horrible person and I'm making the next few chapters difficult for Brandon and Callie, not to mention Ethan. That's all I'm gonna tell you. -PercyFosterMellark
