Watching The Lines Blur [Chapter 10/?]
Title: Watching The Lines Blur [Chapter 10/?]
Authors:
xlatestxplaguex and
fauxfashionista
Pairing: Brendon Urie / William Beckett
Rating: PG
Summary: I make it two days with no Brendon to hold while I sleep, living off phone calls, before I decide that I don't really want to wait any longer.
Disclaimer: Fake as plastic surgery. The title belongs to Beloved.
Author's Note: We're incredibly sorry this one took so long, and we'll try to get the next one up quicker. We really appreciate everyone that's been reading and commenting, it means a lot to us. Also, if you see anything I screwed up, let me know cuz it messed up right before I was going to post it and I didn't re-check it.
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-Brendon's POV-
I walk up to the house slowly, trying to minimize the pain at all costs, and hoping that my grandparents don't notice that I'm walking weird. At least they don't know that I'm gay, so they probably won't even think anything of it.
They try to make small talk with me when I finally reach the porch, asking if I had fun. Oh, they really have no idea. After they quit pestering me, (which in reality was about 2 minutes, but it felt like an hour), I go in the house and make the painful trip up the stairs, collapsing on top of the bed when I get to my room.
I kick off my shoes, deciding that I probably need a shower now since the last one I had was before I had sex with William, and that's not too pleasant. I still can't believe I actually did have sex with him. I had sex with a guy. A really hot one, too.
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The hot water feels good against my back, and everything else too. It's really making me miss William though because the last shower I took, he was in there with me. I guess I could just pretend he's here with me and make the best of the times when he's really not.
I feel kind of bad for even thinking about jerking off right now though since William just made me feel better than I ever have before like, less than twelve hours ago. I try to push that thought out of my mind though because I will definitely be thinking about the things he was doing with and to me while I'm getting off.
That's all the convincing I need before grabbing the bottle of conditioner and squirting some of it's contents into my hand. I use my left hand to brace myself on the cold tile, while the other strokes away at my cock. It doesn't take long before I'm coming in my hand, thinking about William fucking me like there's no tomorrow.
I'm relaxed when I finally get out of the shower, not to mention a lot cleaner. I get a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt out of my bag, pulling them both on before grabbing the remote control and crawling into bed. It's kind of lonely in bed all by myself, but I'll probably be staying the night at William's place again soon. I better be, anyway.
After twenty minutes of watching TV, I start dozing off, but I'm interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door. I tell whoever it is to come in and they do, and I see that it's my grandmother. She flips on the bathroom light so she can see around the room before coming to the bed and sitting down.
"Your mother called today," she says, looking up at the television. "I told her you hanging out with one of your friends. She sounded upset about something, but I can't get anything out of that girl to save my life. I would have told you sooner, but I didn't want to spoil whatever fun you had at William's."
"Um, okay..." I get out, not having a clue what should follow. "I guess I'll call her tomorrow then. Thanks for telling me. Goodnight."
"G'night," she tells me, kissing me on the forehead before turning the light back off and leaving my bedroom.
So much for sleeping tonight.
-William's POV-
I make it two days with no Brendon to hold while I sleep, living off phone calls, before I decide that I don't really want to wait any longer. I was giving his grandparents at least a bit of time with him before I wanted to steal him away again, but I can't stand it any more.
I pick up my phone and dial the number to his grandparents' house, and Brendon answers.
"Hey Will," he says happily, and I smile.
"Hello, love. Put your grandmother on the phone, will you?"
"What? Why? You call me and want to talk to her?" he asks, sounding a little confused. I giggle.
"Sweetheart, I want to ask her if you can come stay with me tonight. I figure if I called with the intention of doing it myself she would be more inclined to say yes, since....I don't know. She likes me, let me ask her," I say, shaking my head, even though Brendon can't see.
He exhales and I hear some kind of shuffling. "Okay, I'm going downstairs. I think she's down there...will you talk to me when you're done asking her?" and I can practically hear the pout in his voice.
"Of course, baby. Now, let me talk to her so you can come here and I can hold you again," I say, smiling. He chuckles a little.
"Okay. Here she is," and I hear the whoosh of air being handed over to his grandmother.
"Hello?"
"Hello! It's William," I say, brightening my voice and putting on a fake smile even through the phone. "I'm sure you can guess what I'm calling about," I laugh heartily.
"Oh, hello William, darling. I'm assuming you want Brendon to come over?" she asks sweetly.
"Only if you don't mind," I say, running my hands through my hair, nervous.
"Of course I don't mind," and I sigh, grinning for real this time. "He can spend the night with you tonight if you'd like, but he won't be able to come over until after dinner. We've already got enough prepared for everyone in the house."
"That's perfectly all right. Thank you so much," I say, and in my head, I'm squealing like a little girl.
"It's no problem. Would you like to talk to Brendon again until dinner time?"
"Sure," I say, and when she hands the phone back to him, I say, "Guess who's sleeping in my bed with me tonight?"
He makes an excited yelping noise, and I giggle, sitting down on the couch.
"I've missed you," he says, and it makes my chest hurt.
"I've missed you, too, darling. I didn't realize how lonely it was sleeping by myself until I met you."
"I know what you mean...I'm excited to see you again. Are we going to do anything or just lay around?"
"Well, I was planning on just sitting around the flat and being with you. That's good enough for me," I say, because really, it is. It doesn't matter what we do, as long as I'm with him. This, like everything else I've been feeling lately, scares me. I can't be dependent on him. I can't do it. It's just going to hurt us both more in the end, and the end is soon.
"It's good enough for me, too, Will." And for the next thirty minutes we hardly say a word, but just listen to each other breathing on the other line, and that's enough, too.
-Brendon's POV-
"So, um...how's work been?" I ask, trying to get more comfortable on the floor before shuffling the deck of cards in my hand.
"Well, it's work. It's not that bad, I guess. I mean, it is nice having electricity," he says, laughing. "What are we playing, love? I don't play cards much."
"Do you know how to play Go Fish?" I ask, giving us each seven cards.
"How cute," he giggles. "I'm dating an eight year old."
"Willlll," I whine before laughing too. "It's not funny!"
"I'm sorry," he says, still smiling. "But yes, I know how to play."
We play Go Fish for about an hour before William throws down his cards, mad because it's impossible for him to beat me. He either had to learn how to get people's attention by throwing a hissy fit a lot when he was younger, or I'm rubbing off on him.
"Who's the eight year old now?" I laugh, trying to pick up all of the cards that he made go all over the place.
He sticks his tongue out at me before getting up, pulling me to my feet as well. He leaves me in the living area while he goes to his room, making a lot of noise once he gets in there. I figure he'll probably be okay in there by himself and stretch out on the couch. I just start getting comfortable when he comes back out, shoes and jacket on with his keys in hand.
"Let's go get ice cream," he says, grinning ear to ear.
"I don't think you need any more sugar," I say, laughing at his giddiness. "What's gotten into you? You're acting like me."
"I'm just excited that you're finally here. Do you even know how long two days are?" he asks, wide-eyed, and I'm worried he's about to get on the couch and start jumping. "I almost died, now let's get ice cream!"
He finally convinces me that he won't bounce around any more than he already is doing if I promise to get ice cream with him. It's not like I could say no to him anyhow. We step inside the elevator, actually patient enough to ride in it this time.
"Hey, where are you going?" I ask, stopping when he starts going in the opposite direction. "Your car is over there."
"We're walking, silly," he says, grabbing my hand and kissing me on the forehead. "It's not that far, I swear. It's just up the street."
Apparently, 'just up the street' doesn't mean the same thing here as it does in America, or maybe I just got tricked into walking really far. Okay, I can't complain because I had William to entertain me, but it had to be at least 20 blocks. When we finally get inside the door, I see that he's brought me to some kind of photography place.
"Will, does this place even sell ice cream?" I ask, doing my best to look angry at him, but I can tell he sees right through me.
"Yes love, Joe here makes homemade ice cream in the back for his grandkids," he says, sauntering over to the counter where an old guy is reading a magazine. "Hey Joe."
"Oh, hey William," the guys says, looking up with a warm smile. "How are you?"
"I'm good," William says, leaning against the counter. "How have you and the misses been?"
"Pretty good, business has really picked up in the last couple of weeks," the guys says. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, this is my boyfriend," he says, pulling me over to where he and Joe are. "His name is Brendon, he's from the United States. He wants ice cream!"
"William," I say, shoving him a little. "He wants ice cream!"
"Okay, okay," he says, smiling, looking defeated. "Fine, I wanted ice cream."
"We have chocolate," Joe says, going into the back for a few minutes before coming back with two ice cream cones. "Here you go."
"Thanks," I say and William does too.
"How much do I owe you?" William asks, pulling out his wallet.
"Don't worry about it," Joe says. "You're basically family."
We spend about fifteen minutes in the store before Joe tells us that they are closing, and that we should come back some other time and get his wife to take some pictures of us together so we can both have photos of each other when I go back to the United States.
It seems like the more I try to avoid the subject of going back home, the more people seem to bring it up.
-William's POV-
Brendon and I head back to my apartment and settle on watching a movie before snuggling up on the couch. I run my fingers gently through his hair and lace the fingers of my other hand with his, not really paying any attention to the movie. My phone rings and I groan, digging it out of my pocket and continuing to pet Brendon's head.
"William, darling! How are you, sweetheart?" My mother's ridiculously sweet voice pounded in my ear and I held the phone away while I turned down the volume.
"Hi, Mummy," I say, ignoring the silent "Aaw" that comes from Brendon. "I'm doing fine, I'm just here with Brendon."
"Oh, that's wonderful! Are you two getting on well, then?"
"Yes, Mum, we're getting on fine," I say, rolling my eyes, but smiling anyway.
"When do I get to meet him, sweetheart? You know I don't like you going with boys I haven't met!"
"I hardly ever go with boys anyway, Mum. I'll ask Brendon if he wants to meet you," I say, holding my hand over the speaker. "So, you want to meet her? She's dying to see you. Been badgering me for a while now," I smile, leaning in to kiss his nose. He grins.
"Of course I want to meet her. Where does she live?"
"Just a few kilometers from here."
"She could come over now, if you want...I don't mind, but it's up to you."
"She can come now, I don't care. If it's all right with you I'll just tell her to get herself over here now," I say, pecking his lips and putting the phone back to my ear. "Brendon says you can come over now, Mummy. He really wants to meet you."
"That's great, darling! I'll be over in just a few minutes, I need to find some clothes to wear. Don't worry, I won't stay long, you two can have your own personal time," and I can practically see her winking from the other line. It grosses me out.
"Mother, honestly. Just knock when you get here and we'll let you in," I say, and we both mutter some goodbyes before I curl back up with Brendon. "She'll be over in just a few minutes. She's not scary at all, she's just ridiculously nice," I say, scratching my head. "Yeah, you really have nothing to worry about."
"That's good," he laughs, nuzzling into my side. I wrap my arm around him and watch my clock, counting only eight minutes before there's a knock at my door. I untangle myself from Brendon and he stands up, following me to the door.
My mother, tall as myself and almost as thin, struts through the door and pulls me into a tight hug. "Hello, sweetheart! Oh, your flat is just so tidy, I'm proud of you for keeping it together, Will. And you must be Brendon," she says, walking over to him and pulling him into a hug too. He looks taken aback for a moment, but recovers quickly and hugs her back.
"It's nice to meet you," he says sweetly and I want to hug him because he's so cute.
"It's wonderful to meet you, darling. William tells me a lot about you," she beams, walking back over and putting an arm around me. I just smile.
We spend the next two hours in the kitchen, my mother helping me make lunch and Brendon telling her stories, apparently having taken a quick liking to her. I'm grinning from ear to ear basically the whole time, ecstatic that Brendon and my mother are getting along so well. We enjoy a simple lunch of tacos (I am in love with tacos) and my mother takes her leave shortly after, like she promised.
"Well, darlings, I must be going. I have a bit of house work to do and I have to stop by the post office to mail a few bills. It was wonderful to meet you," she says, pulling Brendon into another hug. He hugs back immediately this time and smiles, and I smile too. "I'll call you later, William. I love you, sweetheart."
I hug her and say, "I love you, too," before she walks out the door, smiling and waving at us both. Brendon walks up beside me and wraps his arms around my waist.
"I like your mom. She's so sweet," he says, pressing his body gently to mine. I nod and pull him closer, kissing the top of his head.
"She seems to like you, too. But I don't know why she wouldn't," I add, smiling into his hair.
"Stoppp," he whines, tightening his grip on me. We stand there for a minute before he asks; "Can we go lay down?"
"Of course," I say, pulling away from him and leading him into the bedroom. I pull the covers down and climb under them, beckoning Brendon to do the same. He follows my lead and climbs in right beside me, tangling our legs together and pulling the covers over us. He buries his face in my neck and sighs, giving me goose bumps.
And with all the thoughts in my head, I don't even realize when I say, "I really like you," until after I say it. I'm not too worried until I figure out that I like him more that 'really liking' him. I gulp and hope it wasn't audible enough for him to hear, suddenly nervous.
"I really like you, too, baby," he says, cuddling closer. I close my eyes.
"No, I mean I more than really like you," I say, not entirely sure if it makes sense. Brendon looks up at me, quizzical, and I conclude that I don't make much sense. "I like you...but it's more than that. I more than like you," I say. His eyes get a little wider and my heart beats a little faster.
"IthinkImightloveyou," I spit out, not sure and not caring if he even heard me.
Authors:
xlatestxplaguex and
fauxfashionista
Pairing: Brendon Urie / William Beckett
Rating: PG
Summary: I make it two days with no Brendon to hold while I sleep, living off phone calls, before I decide that I don't really want to wait any longer.
Disclaimer: Fake as plastic surgery. The title belongs to Beloved.
Author's Note: We're incredibly sorry this one took so long, and we'll try to get the next one up quicker. We really appreciate everyone that's been reading and commenting, it means a lot to us. Also, if you see anything I screwed up, let me know cuz it messed up right before I was going to post it and I didn't re-check it.
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-Brendon's POV-
I walk up to the house slowly, trying to minimize the pain at all costs, and hoping that my grandparents don't notice that I'm walking weird. At least they don't know that I'm gay, so they probably won't even think anything of it.
They try to make small talk with me when I finally reach the porch, asking if I had fun. Oh, they really have no idea. After they quit pestering me, (which in reality was about 2 minutes, but it felt like an hour), I go in the house and make the painful trip up the stairs, collapsing on top of the bed when I get to my room.
I kick off my shoes, deciding that I probably need a shower now since the last one I had was before I had sex with William, and that's not too pleasant. I still can't believe I actually did have sex with him. I had sex with a guy. A really hot one, too.
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The hot water feels good against my back, and everything else too. It's really making me miss William though because the last shower I took, he was in there with me. I guess I could just pretend he's here with me and make the best of the times when he's really not.
I feel kind of bad for even thinking about jerking off right now though since William just made me feel better than I ever have before like, less than twelve hours ago. I try to push that thought out of my mind though because I will definitely be thinking about the things he was doing with and to me while I'm getting off.
That's all the convincing I need before grabbing the bottle of conditioner and squirting some of it's contents into my hand. I use my left hand to brace myself on the cold tile, while the other strokes away at my cock. It doesn't take long before I'm coming in my hand, thinking about William fucking me like there's no tomorrow.
I'm relaxed when I finally get out of the shower, not to mention a lot cleaner. I get a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt out of my bag, pulling them both on before grabbing the remote control and crawling into bed. It's kind of lonely in bed all by myself, but I'll probably be staying the night at William's place again soon. I better be, anyway.
After twenty minutes of watching TV, I start dozing off, but I'm interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door. I tell whoever it is to come in and they do, and I see that it's my grandmother. She flips on the bathroom light so she can see around the room before coming to the bed and sitting down.
"Your mother called today," she says, looking up at the television. "I told her you hanging out with one of your friends. She sounded upset about something, but I can't get anything out of that girl to save my life. I would have told you sooner, but I didn't want to spoil whatever fun you had at William's."
"Um, okay..." I get out, not having a clue what should follow. "I guess I'll call her tomorrow then. Thanks for telling me. Goodnight."
"G'night," she tells me, kissing me on the forehead before turning the light back off and leaving my bedroom.
So much for sleeping tonight.
-William's POV-
I make it two days with no Brendon to hold while I sleep, living off phone calls, before I decide that I don't really want to wait any longer. I was giving his grandparents at least a bit of time with him before I wanted to steal him away again, but I can't stand it any more.
I pick up my phone and dial the number to his grandparents' house, and Brendon answers.
"Hey Will," he says happily, and I smile.
"Hello, love. Put your grandmother on the phone, will you?"
"What? Why? You call me and want to talk to her?" he asks, sounding a little confused. I giggle.
"Sweetheart, I want to ask her if you can come stay with me tonight. I figure if I called with the intention of doing it myself she would be more inclined to say yes, since....I don't know. She likes me, let me ask her," I say, shaking my head, even though Brendon can't see.
He exhales and I hear some kind of shuffling. "Okay, I'm going downstairs. I think she's down there...will you talk to me when you're done asking her?" and I can practically hear the pout in his voice.
"Of course, baby. Now, let me talk to her so you can come here and I can hold you again," I say, smiling. He chuckles a little.
"Okay. Here she is," and I hear the whoosh of air being handed over to his grandmother.
"Hello?"
"Hello! It's William," I say, brightening my voice and putting on a fake smile even through the phone. "I'm sure you can guess what I'm calling about," I laugh heartily.
"Oh, hello William, darling. I'm assuming you want Brendon to come over?" she asks sweetly.
"Only if you don't mind," I say, running my hands through my hair, nervous.
"Of course I don't mind," and I sigh, grinning for real this time. "He can spend the night with you tonight if you'd like, but he won't be able to come over until after dinner. We've already got enough prepared for everyone in the house."
"That's perfectly all right. Thank you so much," I say, and in my head, I'm squealing like a little girl.
"It's no problem. Would you like to talk to Brendon again until dinner time?"
"Sure," I say, and when she hands the phone back to him, I say, "Guess who's sleeping in my bed with me tonight?"
He makes an excited yelping noise, and I giggle, sitting down on the couch.
"I've missed you," he says, and it makes my chest hurt.
"I've missed you, too, darling. I didn't realize how lonely it was sleeping by myself until I met you."
"I know what you mean...I'm excited to see you again. Are we going to do anything or just lay around?"
"Well, I was planning on just sitting around the flat and being with you. That's good enough for me," I say, because really, it is. It doesn't matter what we do, as long as I'm with him. This, like everything else I've been feeling lately, scares me. I can't be dependent on him. I can't do it. It's just going to hurt us both more in the end, and the end is soon.
"It's good enough for me, too, Will." And for the next thirty minutes we hardly say a word, but just listen to each other breathing on the other line, and that's enough, too.
-Brendon's POV-
"So, um...how's work been?" I ask, trying to get more comfortable on the floor before shuffling the deck of cards in my hand.
"Well, it's work. It's not that bad, I guess. I mean, it is nice having electricity," he says, laughing. "What are we playing, love? I don't play cards much."
"Do you know how to play Go Fish?" I ask, giving us each seven cards.
"How cute," he giggles. "I'm dating an eight year old."
"Willlll," I whine before laughing too. "It's not funny!"
"I'm sorry," he says, still smiling. "But yes, I know how to play."
We play Go Fish for about an hour before William throws down his cards, mad because it's impossible for him to beat me. He either had to learn how to get people's attention by throwing a hissy fit a lot when he was younger, or I'm rubbing off on him.
"Who's the eight year old now?" I laugh, trying to pick up all of the cards that he made go all over the place.
He sticks his tongue out at me before getting up, pulling me to my feet as well. He leaves me in the living area while he goes to his room, making a lot of noise once he gets in there. I figure he'll probably be okay in there by himself and stretch out on the couch. I just start getting comfortable when he comes back out, shoes and jacket on with his keys in hand.
"Let's go get ice cream," he says, grinning ear to ear.
"I don't think you need any more sugar," I say, laughing at his giddiness. "What's gotten into you? You're acting like me."
"I'm just excited that you're finally here. Do you even know how long two days are?" he asks, wide-eyed, and I'm worried he's about to get on the couch and start jumping. "I almost died, now let's get ice cream!"
He finally convinces me that he won't bounce around any more than he already is doing if I promise to get ice cream with him. It's not like I could say no to him anyhow. We step inside the elevator, actually patient enough to ride in it this time.
"Hey, where are you going?" I ask, stopping when he starts going in the opposite direction. "Your car is over there."
"We're walking, silly," he says, grabbing my hand and kissing me on the forehead. "It's not that far, I swear. It's just up the street."
Apparently, 'just up the street' doesn't mean the same thing here as it does in America, or maybe I just got tricked into walking really far. Okay, I can't complain because I had William to entertain me, but it had to be at least 20 blocks. When we finally get inside the door, I see that he's brought me to some kind of photography place.
"Will, does this place even sell ice cream?" I ask, doing my best to look angry at him, but I can tell he sees right through me.
"Yes love, Joe here makes homemade ice cream in the back for his grandkids," he says, sauntering over to the counter where an old guy is reading a magazine. "Hey Joe."
"Oh, hey William," the guys says, looking up with a warm smile. "How are you?"
"I'm good," William says, leaning against the counter. "How have you and the misses been?"
"Pretty good, business has really picked up in the last couple of weeks," the guys says. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, this is my boyfriend," he says, pulling me over to where he and Joe are. "His name is Brendon, he's from the United States. He wants ice cream!"
"William," I say, shoving him a little. "He wants ice cream!"
"Okay, okay," he says, smiling, looking defeated. "Fine, I wanted ice cream."
"We have chocolate," Joe says, going into the back for a few minutes before coming back with two ice cream cones. "Here you go."
"Thanks," I say and William does too.
"How much do I owe you?" William asks, pulling out his wallet.
"Don't worry about it," Joe says. "You're basically family."
We spend about fifteen minutes in the store before Joe tells us that they are closing, and that we should come back some other time and get his wife to take some pictures of us together so we can both have photos of each other when I go back to the United States.
It seems like the more I try to avoid the subject of going back home, the more people seem to bring it up.
-William's POV-
Brendon and I head back to my apartment and settle on watching a movie before snuggling up on the couch. I run my fingers gently through his hair and lace the fingers of my other hand with his, not really paying any attention to the movie. My phone rings and I groan, digging it out of my pocket and continuing to pet Brendon's head.
"William, darling! How are you, sweetheart?" My mother's ridiculously sweet voice pounded in my ear and I held the phone away while I turned down the volume.
"Hi, Mummy," I say, ignoring the silent "Aaw" that comes from Brendon. "I'm doing fine, I'm just here with Brendon."
"Oh, that's wonderful! Are you two getting on well, then?"
"Yes, Mum, we're getting on fine," I say, rolling my eyes, but smiling anyway.
"When do I get to meet him, sweetheart? You know I don't like you going with boys I haven't met!"
"I hardly ever go with boys anyway, Mum. I'll ask Brendon if he wants to meet you," I say, holding my hand over the speaker. "So, you want to meet her? She's dying to see you. Been badgering me for a while now," I smile, leaning in to kiss his nose. He grins.
"Of course I want to meet her. Where does she live?"
"Just a few kilometers from here."
"She could come over now, if you want...I don't mind, but it's up to you."
"She can come now, I don't care. If it's all right with you I'll just tell her to get herself over here now," I say, pecking his lips and putting the phone back to my ear. "Brendon says you can come over now, Mummy. He really wants to meet you."
"That's great, darling! I'll be over in just a few minutes, I need to find some clothes to wear. Don't worry, I won't stay long, you two can have your own personal time," and I can practically see her winking from the other line. It grosses me out.
"Mother, honestly. Just knock when you get here and we'll let you in," I say, and we both mutter some goodbyes before I curl back up with Brendon. "She'll be over in just a few minutes. She's not scary at all, she's just ridiculously nice," I say, scratching my head. "Yeah, you really have nothing to worry about."
"That's good," he laughs, nuzzling into my side. I wrap my arm around him and watch my clock, counting only eight minutes before there's a knock at my door. I untangle myself from Brendon and he stands up, following me to the door.
My mother, tall as myself and almost as thin, struts through the door and pulls me into a tight hug. "Hello, sweetheart! Oh, your flat is just so tidy, I'm proud of you for keeping it together, Will. And you must be Brendon," she says, walking over to him and pulling him into a hug too. He looks taken aback for a moment, but recovers quickly and hugs her back.
"It's nice to meet you," he says sweetly and I want to hug him because he's so cute.
"It's wonderful to meet you, darling. William tells me a lot about you," she beams, walking back over and putting an arm around me. I just smile.
We spend the next two hours in the kitchen, my mother helping me make lunch and Brendon telling her stories, apparently having taken a quick liking to her. I'm grinning from ear to ear basically the whole time, ecstatic that Brendon and my mother are getting along so well. We enjoy a simple lunch of tacos (I am in love with tacos) and my mother takes her leave shortly after, like she promised.
"Well, darlings, I must be going. I have a bit of house work to do and I have to stop by the post office to mail a few bills. It was wonderful to meet you," she says, pulling Brendon into another hug. He hugs back immediately this time and smiles, and I smile too. "I'll call you later, William. I love you, sweetheart."
I hug her and say, "I love you, too," before she walks out the door, smiling and waving at us both. Brendon walks up beside me and wraps his arms around my waist.
"I like your mom. She's so sweet," he says, pressing his body gently to mine. I nod and pull him closer, kissing the top of his head.
"She seems to like you, too. But I don't know why she wouldn't," I add, smiling into his hair.
"Stoppp," he whines, tightening his grip on me. We stand there for a minute before he asks; "Can we go lay down?"
"Of course," I say, pulling away from him and leading him into the bedroom. I pull the covers down and climb under them, beckoning Brendon to do the same. He follows my lead and climbs in right beside me, tangling our legs together and pulling the covers over us. He buries his face in my neck and sighs, giving me goose bumps.
And with all the thoughts in my head, I don't even realize when I say, "I really like you," until after I say it. I'm not too worried until I figure out that I like him more that 'really liking' him. I gulp and hope it wasn't audible enough for him to hear, suddenly nervous.
"I really like you, too, baby," he says, cuddling closer. I close my eyes.
"No, I mean I more than really like you," I say, not entirely sure if it makes sense. Brendon looks up at me, quizzical, and I conclude that I don't make much sense. "I like you...but it's more than that. I more than like you," I say. His eyes get a little wider and my heart beats a little faster.
"IthinkImightloveyou," I spit out, not sure and not caring if he even heard me.