"You lose 'em?" Brandon set a bottle on the counter. "Yeah, I ran around the bar, and came through the back. They have no clue I'm here. I was starting to like that little blond one too." I took a quick sip from the bottle, and set it back on the counter. "I'll help you clean up. It's the least I can do before I leave." I said breathlessly. Brandon turned towards me abruptly. "What did you say?" "I'll help you clean up." I studied his face momentarily. "No. The last sentence. What did you say?" He knew it would come sooner or later....he knew I'd have to leave, run away again, but he couldn't accept it this time it seemed. "I'm leaving again." I averted his eyes, I didn't want to watch the tears. "Tonight?" His voice was weak, you could hear him fighting back the tears. I began picking up glasses. *Why does he cry? Is it because he loves me or just my leaving again? But how could he cry over something minor like my leaving?* So many questions ran through my head, all at once. I drank the last sip in one glass, and glanced around the bar. Two men were set in the corner, where Gene, Melfina, and Jim had been earlier. They both stared at me, neither looked very friendly, I suppose most people nowadays don't though. I continued picking up glasses, sipping what little alcohol remained in them. Both men whispered back and forth to each other, one of them shifting his gaze to me every few minutes. I eventually made my way to their table. "You two done?" I leaned over the table and stared at them both. "I am." The one to my left said, grinning. He handed me the glass, his hand touching mine momentarily. "I'm done too." The man sitting in front of me pushed his glass to me. He was older than the other. His ice blue eyes shined underneath his blond bangs. "You're not going to drink the rest?" His icy eyes met mine, I couldn't help shivering. "Heh. Sure, I'll drink it." While I drank the last of the drink, I watched the older man. He smiled for some strange reason. *Thank God I watched everything they've done, if I hadn't, I'd be worried they had poisoned this drink.* "We'd better go now." The older man smiled again,while the other followed him. "Bye." The younger brushed against me, a grin spread across his lips. A strand of light brown hair fell in his face, covering one of his emerald green eyes.
I walked into the back where Brandon was waiting. "Did they bother you? They come here often." I laid down on his bed, and stared up at the ceiling. "No, I'm fine. They didn't bother me at all." "Want a shower?" I stretched my arms towards the ceiling. "Not now." I replied. "Ya Sure? The water's actually pretty warm." He ran a white towel through his hair, drying it. "No thanks." I felt Brandon sit on the bed next to me. "Do you have to leave me again?" He moved over me. "Yes." I could see light reflecting off his dark brown eyes, giving them depth. He threw his towel onto the bed, and leaned in closer to me. "Raseyu-" He stroked my hair with the back of his hand, "Raseyu, please come back to me." He quickly pressed his lips against mine. I didn't think/have time to struggle, or maybe it was I didn't want to struggle. He placed his hand behind my head, and lifted me up, into a sitting position. I gently placed an arm around his neck, feeling the water from his hair run down it. *What am I doing!?* was the only thought that could run through my head. Suddenly Brandon pulled away, breaking away from the kiss. "Why'd you-?" I watched as he stood, "I felt guilty, I guess," was my breathless response. Keep lying...Keep denying. I grabbed my bag from the floor, and unzipped it. "If you felt so guilty why'd you return the damn kiss?!" That was the first time I had ever heard him shout. "I don't know." I shoved some clothes into the bag. Brandon took my hand, forcing me to face him. "I love you, Raseyu!" He took my other hand. "That kiss didn't even express half my love for you. I wake up everyday hoping, praying, that you'll change your mind, and want to be with me. But it never happens." He pulled me close, and began to cry into my hands. I couldn't let myself turn away. "Can I have a drink?" Brandon rested his chin on my shoulder. "Tonight'll be like old times. Me gettin' drunk, and you taking care of me all night." "Sure." I felt Brandon's warm breath against my ear.
"Da-daaaaaaa-da da da-dummmmm" The counter was cold marble, and wet from the droplets of water running down the glass. I looked up at Brandon. He gazed at me contently. "It's been...It's been so long since I saw your smile. I've held these tears in so long. Your smile always seems to fade. Where could you have gone? When did it die? Our love...is it lost? A simple touch started this all. Conceal these memories from everyone...but me. Come back...come back to me..." My voice seemed to be anything but harmonious. "Why'd you stop? It was beautiful." "Heh. Beautiful to a love sick fool, perhaps. Besides, I forgot the rest of the song." Brandon grinned, "It's still a beautiful song." "You know what?" "Hmm?" I raised my head from the counter, "I hate that song. The ending seems so sad, so depressing. You never know if the guy ever comes back to her." I could barely remember what I had just said. "Time for bed, Raseyu." Brandon took me in his arms, and carried me to the back room. "I'll sleep in the chair tonight, Brandon." He set me down on the bed. "You're sleeping in my bed." I shoved my face into the pillow, while I listened to him speak. "I used to hum that song to myself when you left last time. It reminded me of you, so I'd sit up at night and hum it." He pulled the covers over me. "Why'd you sit up and hum?" I turned onto my back and stared at the blue colored ceiling. "It's because, my sweet Raseyu, I love you." Before I fell asleep, Brandon kissed my forehead...*Keep lying...Keep denying.*
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Omg...I've been so busy(and lazy). We've had two snow days this week, so I have been enjoying them. It's not often that we have snow days here. But it's still snowing! ^.^ Yay! It's really very prettiful outside, but anyway...that's the reason for not posting the fic sooner. If I start working on the next chapter today, I should have it posted by Tuesday possibly, or earlier.
I walked into the back where Brandon was waiting. "Did they bother you? They come here often." I laid down on his bed, and stared up at the ceiling. "No, I'm fine. They didn't bother me at all." "Want a shower?" I stretched my arms towards the ceiling. "Not now." I replied. "Ya Sure? The water's actually pretty warm." He ran a white towel through his hair, drying it. "No thanks." I felt Brandon sit on the bed next to me. "Do you have to leave me again?" He moved over me. "Yes." I could see light reflecting off his dark brown eyes, giving them depth. He threw his towel onto the bed, and leaned in closer to me. "Raseyu-" He stroked my hair with the back of his hand, "Raseyu, please come back to me." He quickly pressed his lips against mine. I didn't think/have time to struggle, or maybe it was I didn't want to struggle. He placed his hand behind my head, and lifted me up, into a sitting position. I gently placed an arm around his neck, feeling the water from his hair run down it. *What am I doing!?* was the only thought that could run through my head. Suddenly Brandon pulled away, breaking away from the kiss. "Why'd you-?" I watched as he stood, "I felt guilty, I guess," was my breathless response. Keep lying...Keep denying. I grabbed my bag from the floor, and unzipped it. "If you felt so guilty why'd you return the damn kiss?!" That was the first time I had ever heard him shout. "I don't know." I shoved some clothes into the bag. Brandon took my hand, forcing me to face him. "I love you, Raseyu!" He took my other hand. "That kiss didn't even express half my love for you. I wake up everyday hoping, praying, that you'll change your mind, and want to be with me. But it never happens." He pulled me close, and began to cry into my hands. I couldn't let myself turn away. "Can I have a drink?" Brandon rested his chin on my shoulder. "Tonight'll be like old times. Me gettin' drunk, and you taking care of me all night." "Sure." I felt Brandon's warm breath against my ear.
"Da-daaaaaaa-da da da-dummmmm" The counter was cold marble, and wet from the droplets of water running down the glass. I looked up at Brandon. He gazed at me contently. "It's been...It's been so long since I saw your smile. I've held these tears in so long. Your smile always seems to fade. Where could you have gone? When did it die? Our love...is it lost? A simple touch started this all. Conceal these memories from everyone...but me. Come back...come back to me..." My voice seemed to be anything but harmonious. "Why'd you stop? It was beautiful." "Heh. Beautiful to a love sick fool, perhaps. Besides, I forgot the rest of the song." Brandon grinned, "It's still a beautiful song." "You know what?" "Hmm?" I raised my head from the counter, "I hate that song. The ending seems so sad, so depressing. You never know if the guy ever comes back to her." I could barely remember what I had just said. "Time for bed, Raseyu." Brandon took me in his arms, and carried me to the back room. "I'll sleep in the chair tonight, Brandon." He set me down on the bed. "You're sleeping in my bed." I shoved my face into the pillow, while I listened to him speak. "I used to hum that song to myself when you left last time. It reminded me of you, so I'd sit up at night and hum it." He pulled the covers over me. "Why'd you sit up and hum?" I turned onto my back and stared at the blue colored ceiling. "It's because, my sweet Raseyu, I love you." Before I fell asleep, Brandon kissed my forehead...*Keep lying...Keep denying.*
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Omg...I've been so busy(and lazy). We've had two snow days this week, so I have been enjoying them. It's not often that we have snow days here. But it's still snowing! ^.^ Yay! It's really very prettiful outside, but anyway...that's the reason for not posting the fic sooner. If I start working on the next chapter today, I should have it posted by Tuesday possibly, or earlier.