Just As Long As You Stand, Stand By Me

I wake up around 8 the next morning. I roll over and see Brandon is sleeping. I wondered what he did after I fell asleep because he doesn't have a shirt on. I sit straight up and gasp, to which he wakes up. His eyes lightly flicker open and he yawns. He stretches and puts his arms around me. He sits up and leans over and kisses me. He starts to lower me back onto the bed and gets on top of me when his phone rings. He sighs and trys to find it. He answers the call and I can hear the other side of the call. "Duuuuuuude. You missed one hell of a party," the guy says. Brandon doesn't seem amused as he lays down next to me. He tries to end the call as quick as he can. I hear, "so are we still on for lunch or not?" Brandon says yeah, but he's bringing someone with. The other caller says that's fine. Brandon hangs up and let's out a long sigh. He stares at the ceiling for a while. I ask who that was and he props himself up on one arm and says, "Ben Smith. I forgot I said I would go to lunch with him today." I get up to make breakfast and I realize I am still in my clothes I was wearing last night. Brandon watches me as I walk throughout the room finding something more comfortable to change into. I glace over and see he is trying to look over at me while o change my pants. "So what do you want for breakfast? Pancakes, cereal, eggs? What?" I say to him. He doesn't respond. As I bend over to put my clothes into my hamper, I look back at him and see he is staring at my ass. "What are doing?" I say, and he starts to turn red. "Nothing. I was just... Just looking at the lovely dressers you have." He says, but he's still turning red. "Okay, whatever you say" I yell as I walk out of the room. I pop my head back into the room for a minute to say "oh. Also, if you are going to check out my ass, be a little bit more descrete." His face starts to get red again. I walk into the kitchen, followed by Brandon finding his shirt and turning it around and inside out to put it on. He goes over and grabs the cereal and milk. He asks for a bowl and a spoon too because he can't seem to find them. I pull them out for him and he looks at me and says "well one day I hope to know where everything is in here" with a wink. I laugh a little bit and sit down next to him. After Brandon finished eating, he says he is going to go home to shower and get changed then he will come pick me up later. I go to get my towel and I walk him to the front door. He turns around before he leaves and kisses me. I close and lock the door behind him and get in the shower right away. I get changed when I hear my phone ring. He says he is downstairs so I grab my purse and run downstairs. As I'm locking up my door, my neighbor across from me opens the door. "Well, hel-lo Alli. I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been." My neighbor, Dave, says. I tell him I have something important going on and try to leave. He keeps asking about when we will go get those drinks I promised him when he moved in. I tell him we will talk about that later and I walk away. I hear him say "okay bye Alli. I love you" as I walk down the first couple stairs. "What?" I run back up those stairs to say that to him. "Oh, I said, uh, I love YouTube. Like the website." He tries to cover up. I just give him a confused look and run downstairs. I see Brandon as I get down to the street. I get in the car and we drive to whatever Brandon and Ben agreed on to go eat at. We see Ben and go up to him. Brandon introduces me after him and Ben hug it out. I feel like a third wheel. Ben starts asking what I see in Brandon and Brandon laughs and calls him an asshole. We all sit around and talk for a while and end up staying there for about 2 hours. Ben says that Brandon looks a lot happier now. As we leave, Ben says he would love to see us again. Brandon says he is having a fire later on and that Ben should come and bring some of "the boys". As we get back into the car, Brandon grabs my hand and squeezes it a couple times. Maybe Ben was right, saying that Brandon is happier.

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