I know this is has taken awhile, I'm sorry too much work, I'll do better.
But who agrees Jason and Brenda is a HELL OF A LOT BETTER than Jax and
Brenda?! Thanks for reading and all of the great replies!
Chapter 5-----My idea of a good night? Trust me it's not this
Jason~
There's one thing I could never disagree with people about Brenda and that was that she was beautiful. I don't mean the boring model beauty either; she didn't only look good when she was all made up. She had a natural beauty that transcended that, it was easy sometimes to understand how people became obsessed with her; she seemed to have an inner glow that drew you to her.
However at the moment I think it may be the fact that she's still soaking wet from her shower and still in her towel. Sometimes my power to focus amazes even me "No I don't think it's too cold to wear a skirt. We won't be outside very long anyway."
She laughs at me, I know she sees me as someone to tease, to goad; she's never not been everything to a guy. This is definitely good for her though, she was never meant to be someone's goddess, she wasn't meant to be up on a pillar like that, no one is, well maybe Carly, she would probably do well being adored like that or maybe it's just that she thinks she would be.
"I wish this was two years ago" she says sizing me up with those intense brown eyes that seem to take in every detail of my body.
"Why is that Brenda?" I ask humoring her
"Because you would have looked awesome in a pair of leather pants," she says ending with a smile.
I laugh at that comment
Her eyes widen slightly and her mouth drops, "What? Don't tell me you own a pair?"
"A saleswoman tried talking me into them awhile back when I was getting something for my bike. I actually ended up trying them on." I say shaking me head
She starts to laugh and walks over to my bed and sits down, although she's still in her towel, "I would have paid anything to see that."
"Of course you would have because you pay for everything with my money." I counter with
"Ha Ha. Now seriously, you aren't wearing jeans right?"
"We're only going to Luke's."
She frowns, "But I'm wearing a skirt."
"And your point Brenda?"
She stands "We're gonna look mismatched."
I shake my head, "We are mismatched, so it'll be fine."
We look at each other and realize how ridiculous we are for fighting over this and we start to laugh
"We fight too much," she says as she flops back down on the bed, she unfortunately catches her towel as it becomes slightly undone.
"Yes we do, but would it really make you happy if I change?"
"Yes please" she says smiling
I walk back over to my closet and I turn because she's following me "What?"
"I wanna help," she says with her eyes all innocent
"I can dress myself Brenda,"
"But I want to help; come on you can't refuse a dying woman," she says ending with a pout.
"You use that line too often."
"That's only because it works" she says smiling once more
"Oooh try these on," she reaches past me and into the closet and presents a pair of black pants.
"Fine, leave."
"What you can't get dressed in front of me? You have underwear on right?"
"Brenda, I'm not changing in front of you."
"Jason, I'm your wife and I used to be a model, and trust me modesty was not an issue on a photo shoot."
"Bren" my voice gets firm, but it's no use, she pays no attention.
She walks away and towards my stereo, "Music will put you at ease"
I turn my back to her and face the closet and start to change "You get your way too often."
She laughs "I know"
I turn back around and find her in another white tank and boxers, how did I miss her changing? "Brenda"
"What you wanted me walking around practically naked? I don't like the front of those pants," she walks past me and goes into the closet once more and she grabs another pair "Here" she looks in the closet a little more "and ooh this shirt."
She's smiling to herself as she sits down on her bed to watch me, I stay facing her this time because she doesn't realize that her hair's soaked through the tank top and it's now see through.
She changes my outfit five more times, "Okay these pants and this shirt" she rummages around in the closet once more "and this belt."
"Hey Jason" I hear coming from the hallway, it's Carly. She walks into the room and finds Brenda and I both standing only inches away, I'm in my boxer briefs and Brenda in my boxers. I take in the rest of the room, the music, the bed messed up from Brenda jumping on it, the towel dropped right next to the bed and then there's Brenda.
"Do you ever knock?"
"I did, no one responded." Carly returns the attitude
"You know most people would take that to mean they aren't wanted."
I hate being stuck in the middle of them
"Jason" Carly whines my name
"Actually Carly, Brenda's got a point, this is her home now, she doesn't just walk into yours."
"But I always did before."
"But that was before Brenda lived here." Dealing with them is like dealing with five year olds, wait no, Michael gets along with everyone better than they do.
She rolls her eyes "Fine, so what were you two doing?"
"I'm getting dressed Carly, we're going to Luke's."
"Oh really, so are we, I guess we'll see you over there. I leave you alone now to get dressed." She smiles as she turns to leave
"I hate her" Brenda fumes
"I know and she hates you too."
"Ugh and you know you she wasn't going to Luke's until you said we were." She paces around the room
"You know we could always just go out tomorrow night."
She scoffs at the idea "Please, like I'm gonna let her win, I don't think so. I'm gonna go get ready."
I just smile and get dressed.
Chapter 5-----My idea of a good night? Trust me it's not this
Jason~
There's one thing I could never disagree with people about Brenda and that was that she was beautiful. I don't mean the boring model beauty either; she didn't only look good when she was all made up. She had a natural beauty that transcended that, it was easy sometimes to understand how people became obsessed with her; she seemed to have an inner glow that drew you to her.
However at the moment I think it may be the fact that she's still soaking wet from her shower and still in her towel. Sometimes my power to focus amazes even me "No I don't think it's too cold to wear a skirt. We won't be outside very long anyway."
She laughs at me, I know she sees me as someone to tease, to goad; she's never not been everything to a guy. This is definitely good for her though, she was never meant to be someone's goddess, she wasn't meant to be up on a pillar like that, no one is, well maybe Carly, she would probably do well being adored like that or maybe it's just that she thinks she would be.
"I wish this was two years ago" she says sizing me up with those intense brown eyes that seem to take in every detail of my body.
"Why is that Brenda?" I ask humoring her
"Because you would have looked awesome in a pair of leather pants," she says ending with a smile.
I laugh at that comment
Her eyes widen slightly and her mouth drops, "What? Don't tell me you own a pair?"
"A saleswoman tried talking me into them awhile back when I was getting something for my bike. I actually ended up trying them on." I say shaking me head
She starts to laugh and walks over to my bed and sits down, although she's still in her towel, "I would have paid anything to see that."
"Of course you would have because you pay for everything with my money." I counter with
"Ha Ha. Now seriously, you aren't wearing jeans right?"
"We're only going to Luke's."
She frowns, "But I'm wearing a skirt."
"And your point Brenda?"
She stands "We're gonna look mismatched."
I shake my head, "We are mismatched, so it'll be fine."
We look at each other and realize how ridiculous we are for fighting over this and we start to laugh
"We fight too much," she says as she flops back down on the bed, she unfortunately catches her towel as it becomes slightly undone.
"Yes we do, but would it really make you happy if I change?"
"Yes please" she says smiling
I walk back over to my closet and I turn because she's following me "What?"
"I wanna help," she says with her eyes all innocent
"I can dress myself Brenda,"
"But I want to help; come on you can't refuse a dying woman," she says ending with a pout.
"You use that line too often."
"That's only because it works" she says smiling once more
"Oooh try these on," she reaches past me and into the closet and presents a pair of black pants.
"Fine, leave."
"What you can't get dressed in front of me? You have underwear on right?"
"Brenda, I'm not changing in front of you."
"Jason, I'm your wife and I used to be a model, and trust me modesty was not an issue on a photo shoot."
"Bren" my voice gets firm, but it's no use, she pays no attention.
She walks away and towards my stereo, "Music will put you at ease"
I turn my back to her and face the closet and start to change "You get your way too often."
She laughs "I know"
I turn back around and find her in another white tank and boxers, how did I miss her changing? "Brenda"
"What you wanted me walking around practically naked? I don't like the front of those pants," she walks past me and goes into the closet once more and she grabs another pair "Here" she looks in the closet a little more "and ooh this shirt."
She's smiling to herself as she sits down on her bed to watch me, I stay facing her this time because she doesn't realize that her hair's soaked through the tank top and it's now see through.
She changes my outfit five more times, "Okay these pants and this shirt" she rummages around in the closet once more "and this belt."
"Hey Jason" I hear coming from the hallway, it's Carly. She walks into the room and finds Brenda and I both standing only inches away, I'm in my boxer briefs and Brenda in my boxers. I take in the rest of the room, the music, the bed messed up from Brenda jumping on it, the towel dropped right next to the bed and then there's Brenda.
"Do you ever knock?"
"I did, no one responded." Carly returns the attitude
"You know most people would take that to mean they aren't wanted."
I hate being stuck in the middle of them
"Jason" Carly whines my name
"Actually Carly, Brenda's got a point, this is her home now, she doesn't just walk into yours."
"But I always did before."
"But that was before Brenda lived here." Dealing with them is like dealing with five year olds, wait no, Michael gets along with everyone better than they do.
She rolls her eyes "Fine, so what were you two doing?"
"I'm getting dressed Carly, we're going to Luke's."
"Oh really, so are we, I guess we'll see you over there. I leave you alone now to get dressed." She smiles as she turns to leave
"I hate her" Brenda fumes
"I know and she hates you too."
"Ugh and you know you she wasn't going to Luke's until you said we were." She paces around the room
"You know we could always just go out tomorrow night."
She scoffs at the idea "Please, like I'm gonna let her win, I don't think so. I'm gonna go get ready."
I just smile and get dressed.