October 18th 2014, 7:15pm.
"Charlotte! Oi. Wake up." That's all I could hear. And the voice was very familiar. I opened my eyes at the sight of Brendon chewing on a small stick that looked a lot like a chopstick. It also looked ALOT like my mother's favourite pair of chopsticks. Without thinking, I snatched it from him, frowning. "That's my mothers. Don't touch that." I snapped, placing it under my pillow whilst pushing him off my bed. "Well, she's dead. S'not like she's going to come back and use it." He smirked, opening my panties drawer. Why? I have no idea. Watching him scan through it, I got up, not noticing the fact that it was the panties drawer and without no warning, a red undergarment was thrown at my face. "I like that one. You should wear that one." Brendon spoke, nodding his head as he grabbed the chopstick from under my pillow. I was way too tired to pick a fight over an underwear with him. Grabbing the underwear and my school outfit, I rushed into the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and staring at my face. After a few minutes time, I was already done with washing my face, etc. So I decided to wear a little make up today. Topping my face off with some concealer, I put on some music. My favourite song at the moment was Ugly Heart by GRL. So obviously, I played that song. After finishing off with my eyeliner and red lipstick, I got out, all ready. But I noticed the fact that my tie wasn't done. And also, Brendon was still sitting on my bed reading a big ass newspaper. He looked like my grandpa, honestly. He's dead. Usually, my mother did my tie for me but she's gone so. I tried doing it myself but it was embarrassing and I failed miserably. I could do a beautiful bow with it but I just couldn't do it the way my mother would. Next thing I knew, Brendon stood infront of me. Way too close. Our chests were practically touching. A part of me thought he was going to kiss me and I wanted him to but turned out he just wanted to do my tie. I could see just a little smirk on his lips. The same smirk he'd do whenever he looks at me. It almost made me think he was sexually attracted to me. Gross. Well, not that gross. He's hot. Kinda. Back to point: after getting the tie done, he winked at me walking back to the bed with his legs crossed. "Thanks. Did you make me breakfast?" I asked, batting my eyelashes ever so innocently at him. He chuckled at my action, shaking his head. "No, but you've got plenty of time. You need to be at school at half nine and it's officially eight. You've got an hour and a half!" He grinned, his pearly whites nearly blinding me. They were beautiful. He was so beautiful. "I know but I usually arrive school at like, half eight. Gotta catch up with Jai, you know." I smiled at the sight of Jai. I felt so bad for finding Brendon hot but he looked so good. Jai was insanely hot too! And I mean, insanely. But so was Brendon. He looked like a guy who would be a badass singer in a punk rock band. It was hoooooot. "No offence but that guy doesn't suit you. He's got tattoos and shit." He loudly whispered, his eyes dead serious on me. "No offence, Brendon, but shut the fuck up." I replied, making him laugh at my respond. After a few punches flung at Brendon, I ran down the stairs, him following me. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out some Pancake Batter. "Mmm, can we make some together?" He asked with a cheesy grin. I couldn't help but say yes to that grin. It was so cute. "Of course we can! You grab the whisk and whisk the shit out of this thing." I instructed, focusing on how much flour he used. Thankfully, he used the right amount otherwise the kitchen would've been INSANELY dirty. As Brendon whisked the batter, I couldn't help but feel an overdose of cheekiness come over onto me so I grabbed the wooden spoon, dipped it in the batter and pressed it against his cheek, causing him to squeal like a little girl. Obviously, he was going to fight back. I only knew him for two days but I knew him well enough to know that he likes to put up a fight. Even when he knows he won't win. Grabbing me from the waist, he picked me up and threw me on the couch gently. It was summer time so my skirt was, well, short. So you could nearly see my knickers. Yep, the red ones. Pushing it abit down, I giggled at him, getting up and pushing him onto the floor. Grabbing the wooden spoon from behind, I sat on him, spreading the wooden spoon around his neck. By the time I stopped, there was pancake batter all over him. He pushed me off, rotating places now which meant he was ontop of me now. There was a brief silence as his lips were one inch away from mine. Realising what we were doing, he laughed, backing up a bit awkwardly. I grabbed the wooden spoon and slapped it against his ass jokingly, causing him to squeal again. After a few minutes of panting from all the running and playing we did, we finally decided to make some pancakes, which ended again into a huge fight. Play one, may I remind you. Brendon grabbed me from the waist and sat me onto the counter. He was so strong, like how? And very muscular, may I tell you. He flipped some of the pancakes, feeding them to me like I was his princess. I giggled as they melted on my tongue with the chocolate syrup. Grabbing the whisk, I spread it across his shirt, causing him to laugh and squeal again. Oh fuck, you guessed it. Without further ado, he took his shirt off, which made me moan. Inside my head, of course. It was so hot. Words can't even describe it. Focusing on something else, I checked the time. It was almost nine. I was supposed to meet Jai but it all just flopped. And not going to lie, what me and Brendon did was much more fun than a normal date at Starbucks with the most judgemental hottie ever. "I gotta go, Brendon. I'll see you later, okay? Don't miss me!" I giggled, walking out the door. He nodded, waving at me as he yelled love you! I died. I literally did. I missed Daddy. But Brendon was truly amazing. He actually cared about me.
