Undo My Heart (BXB)

11. soft spot

I drove through the gates of the mansion, heading to the main entrance. It was still raining, so I parked as close as could.

I got off the car and ran to Brandon's side. It was obvious that his mind wasn't here. He flinched to my touch.

"We're home." I whispered, moving the hair off his face.

He looked through the window to the mansion. I could tell he was taking the first look at it. His eyes found their way into mine. "Your home?" He asked. I nodded.

"Let's get in to get those wet clothes off you." I gently took his hand into mine. His hands were cold, even though, it was warm inside the car. He got off the car, and I shielded him until we reached the front door.

His puffy eyes were wandering around the main hall of the mansion. I was leading him to my room upstairs, putting an arm around his shoulder. Thank God, he was no more shivering.

"Jimmy, where were y-." My mom said, but she stopped immediately when she saw Brandon. We both stopped when we heard her, turning to where she and dad were standing.

Brandon got embarrassed because he suddenly took steps back, hiding behind my presence.

"I'm sorry, can we talk in the morning?" I was begging them with my eyes. They understood.

"Yes, honey, of course. Do you need any help?" She offered. I shook my head politely.

We made it to my room. I told Brandon to sit on the bed until I find him something suitable to wear. I went through my wardrobe, grabbing a shirt and some shorts that were the smallest size I could find. Pants are out of choices.

I handed him the clothes. "You can freely use my bathroom and the room. Make yourself home, okay?" I bend over to look at his face. "I'll go downstairs and make you something to eat."

I was about to leave the room when he weakly called my name. "Jimmy?"

I turned and hummed. He lifted up the shirt. "Can I have something with long sleeves, please?"

"Yeah, of course." I pointed at the hall attached to my room. "My closet is near the bathroom. Why don't you choose yourself? Pick whatever you want, okay?"

I went downstairs to the kitchen. What the fuck was that? Why did I feel like hugging him at that exact moment? He just asked for another shirt. Why would my heart jump for it?

Connecting the dots, I never saw Brandon wearing something sleeveless! He always wears oversized clothes with long sleeves. Sleeves that's longer than his arms, actually. Is he ashamed of his skinny body?

"Jimmy?"

I jumped the minute dad called me. They were still in the kitchen.

I rubbed my face and sighed. "Sorry, guys, for waking you up earlier."

"You left in a rush. Also it's raing outside. We were worried." Mom said.

"Mind to tell us what's going on? And who's that kid?" Dad asked.

I opened the fridge looking for something he could eat. "His name is Brandon. He's a friend from school."

"Honey, it's passed midnight. Shouldn't that kid be at his home?" Mom asked.

"He called me for help. So I just... I-I couldn't leave him out there in the rain. He must be having some problems at home, and..." I held my breath, not knowing what else to say.

Mom stared right into my eyes. Right into my soul. I felt like she read me, so I avoided eye contact.

"But, Jimmy, if -."