I waited impatiently in the elevator that eventually would lead to Brandon's penthouse. I had so many questions. Why would he ask of me here on a school night? Or was it a three day weekend because of Thanksgiving? I wasn't sure. Is it sad that the second one really is one of my questions? Anyway, if it WAS a school night, then the most I could spend there was thirty minutes, considering it was 9:00. I found myself humming along to the elevator music, which was Drake's new single 'hotline bling.'
Sadly, despite it being a hit on the charts, it kind of sounds like music you'd listen to when your on hold when calling someone, and perfect elevator music. I was brainlessly humming when I realized a short, elderly Chinese man was staring at me as if I was a lunatic. If I was acting strange already, what would happen tonight? When it gets late? Thirty minutes, Nikki, I reminded myself. I usually got totally weird when I was super tired. Like I was at that exact time. The man got off, and the elevator doors closed again, and went up to Brandon's penthouse.
As I knew, the key was in a locked box behind the picture frame with the code #127785 and yes, any normal person would've hidden their key somewhere more, you know, easier to find. Like under the mat. Behind the plant. But Brandon wasn't normal, and if he was, we wouldn't be going out. I unlocked the door, and put the key back in. I slowly closed the door behind me.
Brandon was sprawled on the couch, looking over homework, which I had done the previous night. I snuck up behind him, and whispered, "The answer's 253 cubed." He whipped his head around, to see me standing behind the couch like a creep, grinning. Yet he smiled and kissed me anyway.
I pulled away and jumped over the couch so I could plop myself down beside him, and I snuggled into his chest as he wrote down the answers I repeated for him. "Thanks. You make life a lot easier." And he put his things away. I kissed him again, hard. He kissed back, making it deeper, when I pulled away, "What did you want me here for? I mean, so late in the night."
"Well," Brandon said, kind of staring at the floor. It looked like he was thinking of a way to alter what he was going to say to me in the first place. "Did you want to make up for lost time?" I said, intertwining my fingers in his. He looked up and me, and gave me a weak smile. "That, and, well..."
I pulled back, "Brandon, are you breaking up with me?" I asked. His eyes went wide, "NO! No, no, no, no, NO. That is not it! The opposite, really," he said. "You want to get MARRIED?! Brandon, to be honest and fair, I love you very much but we're only teenagers and we're too young and it's way too fast," I ranted. "Nikki," Brandon said calmly, "I'm NOT going to propose to you. I don't want to get married to you, well, not now anyway. I just, okay, I've been thinking... and, I think we should tell people that we're together."
"Say what now?" I said, looking at him surprised. "I know it's a lot to process right now, especially because we've worked so hard to keep it a secret, but, I don't want to have to put in all my effort to keep us a secret. I mean, I love you, and I DON'T think there's anything wrong with it. It's not like we're doing something illegal, or bad. I want the world to know, that I'm dating Nikki Maxwell! I want to have the freedom to shout, 'I'M IN LOVE WITH NIKKI MAXWELL!' from the highest building in America and not be afraid."
His speech was so inspiring and convincing, most importantly, so ROMANTIC that - I almost believed he was right for a second. But then reality hit me. "Brandon, I don't want to be afraid too. Your not alone on the feeling. But your alone on the idea of making it really happen. I mean, first of all, I'll LOSE my BFFs forever for keeping a secret like this, and so will you, and we'll be pecked and spied on throughout the school day, and nothing will change, as we won't get any time alone together in public. Because there will be people just sitting around watching us like total creeps. I KNOW them! It will be peer pressure! Plus, my Dad will probably KILL YOU. And me," I said.
Brandon sighed, and looked ashamed. "I'm sorry. Your right, it was a stupid idea. Really stupid," he said. "Hey, it wasn't so stupid!" I said, "I mean, I really loved when you spoke like that about us. So sweet. To be honest, I was going to say the same thing to you days ago, but I didn't as I was afraid of what you'd think. But, then as I kept it in, I later realised the consequences as I thought about it more. You were just simply braver and bolder than I am."
"Stop making me look like a hero, when you know I'm a complete idiot," he said. "I've lied a lot these couple days. But all of what I just said was true," I said. "And I'M sorry for shaming you. Do we have school tomorrow?"
"I shamed myself, and, no we don't, it's Thanksgiving." I nodded, "Okay, but your totally wrong, it was ME. And, that's great, because now I can make it up to you," I said. I took his hand, and pulled him into his bedroom.
"And is this a surprise?" he said. I smiled, "Yeah, I wanted to try something new."
His eyes widened with shock, glee and love at the same time as he saw what I did next...
Ooohhh! What happens? We'll never know.
JK! I'll update soon.
And I'm sorry this chapter is really late, guys. I promised that if I got a review in 24 hours from last chapter that I'll update, and I did, and I didn't update as quickly as I promised I would, so I'm REALLY sorry for that, because it's a whole DAY late... but I hope to have no more slip ups anymore. I had a really busy weekend, with a lot of inspiration for the next few chapters!
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