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𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬

"i remember practicing how to ask you on a date to the mirror."

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y/n's pov

"happy two year anniversary, y/n/n," brandon pressed a kiss to my temple. "what an amazing two years it has been."

"happy two years, bran."

brandon pulled me closer to his bare chest, my hands resting on his shoulders.

"i remember practicing how to ask you on a date to the mirror."

"do you?" i asked.

"yeah, i was really nervous. you were, and still are, beautiful. i couldn't believe that you said yes."

"well, whenever i was near you i got butterflies. i still do, mind, but when you asked me i thought that i was going to pass out."

"really?"

"i was too scared to make the first move. there were times where i nearly did, but i chickened out last minute as i didn't want to ruin our friendship."

"huh, i'm glad that my friends forced me to do it then, as who knows if all of this would have happened."

brandon kissed me, then dragged me out of bed.

we made breakfast, went on a walk, and posted on social media.

"i love you, y/n."

"i love you too, brandon. so much."

"look at how young you look on this photo!"

"what?" i went and looked over his shoulder, to find a picture of us, five years ago. "jesus, look at you too! you are definitely smaller then."

"yeah, because you were taller than me. that says enough."

"oi!" i shoved him playfully. brandon pulled me into his arms, keeping me tight.

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small one today!

stay safe and sending love, c <3