(press space to mute music <33) Chapter Two Brandon: Me and Will were driving. It was hot I guess. I never really realized things other than Will when I was with him. I was driving and he was sitting beside me. Just like always. He has his license and once I made him drive. We almost died. I have no clue how he got it. Anyways, I was driving him home and already dreading going back to mine. We were planning on going to the creek the next day, our creek, at least I had one thing to look forward to. He leaned down, fiddling with the AC. All I wanted to do was stop driving, lean down and kiss him so hard he goes blind. But I don't. Because then the truth would be out and I never ever wanted it to be. My dad would hate having a "different" son. I never thought he would ever be able to hate me more but here we are. I grabbed my phone as we came to a traffic light and immediately scrolled down to Heather by Conan Gray. Turning it on, I felt like me and him were thirteen again. Maybe not the best memory but its one that definitely sticks with you. Will was threatened. People really wanted to hurt him. Really, really bad. I couldn't ever let that happen. And so, I ran and ran until I got to the guys and... did my job. I hurt myself badly but I didn't care. All I ever cared about was Will being okay. The chorus came on and he shot up, screaming the lyrics and looking me in the eyes. Like he was trying to send me a message. But not the one I believe I want to hear. I want to hear Will say he loves me. I want to hear him talk to his sister about me. I want to go the movies with him and grab his hand under the armrest. I want to do so, so many things but I'm too scared to tell him that. I don't want to feel like even more of a freak than I already do. The song finished as I parked on the drive. I always threw my head back for the beat drop and this time he did it with me. He looked me in the eyes. It was the perfect moment for a kiss, but, for some reason, I didn't do it. Chickened out. Just like I always do. He opened the door and ran out, I could feel the rain in the air as the breeze flew in. He ran to his front door and waved at me. I didn't wave back. Because now I had to go... home. It then began pouring, as if the weather could tell how I was feeling. But instead of feeling those feelings I would just stare. Stare until I can't even remember why I was staring in the first place. Will says it's bad for me but I don't care. It's much better than hearing your father screaming every time you close your eyes. My eyes began to well up but I couldn't cry. I really, really wanted to but they just wouldn't come out. In the blur, I saw someone running towards me. Whatever, I thought, He probably just forgot something. And so I kept staring. And that's when I heard it. "Brandon!" My mum was the only person who ever used to call me that. And it killed me because the person yelling it was the person I trusted to never bring her up or ask me about her or anything. She was in the past. Now the tears were falling, I just thanked God that Will couldn't see me. But I felt bad leaving him in the pouring rain, so I opened the door quickly, wiping away my tears and not looking him in the eye. He always looked better in the rain. "What is it? I don't want you getting cold." "Uh," he said, "do you wanna come in? I know that your dad's usually home on Tuesdays so I figured- well..." I smiled, he was so perfect. He was kind and sweet and gorgeous and thoughtful and funny and can sing and happy and... he was just so perfect. But I couldn't show that I liked him like that so I asked, "You sure? I dont really think your family likes you that much. I dont fit in." That bit wasn't a lie, I've never felt very at home at Will's house. He had the perfect parents and sister and house. Again, he's perfect. But, he still took my hand, the feel of his warm hand over mine made my heart jolt. A feeling overwhelmed my body. A feeling I'd never had. Suddenly, I wanted to kiss him. Hard. It was perfect. Like a scene from a movie. But I don't. And I never will, even if every cell in my body wants to.
*had to put this here bc the desc was too long lol* We're sitting on his sofa and he's drinking a cup of coffee. The TV's on and it's nearly midnight. "Hey Will," I say "Yeah?" and he looks at me "Uh- I just wanted to say... Um, I-I don't... like your sister. I never have..." and I prayed that he got the message "Oh, okay. I don't think she liked you either." And then we didn't talk for an hour, I was on my phone and he was watching some weird foreign show. I looked at the corner of my screen, it was 2 AM. "Uh, Will?" I said, sitting up "W-what?" he was half asleep "I'm gonna head home. It's really late..." and I went into the kitchen and got my things. "Oh yeah," he said when I got back "We're going to the creek tomorrow. Don't wake up late, I'll be here to pick you up at nine." "Yes dad" he said and I laughed under my breath. "Bye Will. Goodnight." He was already asleep. "I love you..." I said. And with that, I walked outside and got in my truck. And, God, I couldn't wait for the morning.
