Dammit, these two are supposed to be OVER. And now I'm in love with them all over again. Are you happy now? *-* He's supposed to be working.
It's totally not his fault, though, that she showed up. With the sun bouncing off her hair and her eyes sparkling like they do when she smiles at him. Like Brayden's the only guy in the world to her.
So maybe his fifteen minute break turned into two hours walking the pier, her tiny hand in his or his arms around her waist while they stopped to talk to people they know from school, or just from practically living here on the boardwalk. It's cool, because he's working for Jensen today, and he totally doesn't care if Brayden takes off for hours at a time with his girlfriend. He's alright sometimes, Jensen is.
The guys mock him endlessly for the way he can't seem to keep his mouth shut. But when he's alone with Demi like this? Even in a crowd of tourists and locals, they're alone in this bubble of . . . whatever this is. And Brayden's perfectly happy to just be quiet. It's probably a little girlie, or emo, or complete bull shit, but sometimes he worries that he's going to miss something crucial if he doesn't shut up and pay attention. Like some vital piece of information about her will get past him or something.
They're on what feels like their thirtieth trip around the pier. Jensen sent him a text an hour ago to tell him to take the rest of the night off, but to make sure that Demi's home by curfew. He's still learning to remember that not everybody's parents are as cool as his, and that his girlfriend's mother isn't his biggest fan, so he needs to tow the line and make sure he follows her rules.
“Don't make fun of me, but,” she pulls to a stop and tugs on Brayden's hand, her brown eyes wide as she looks up into his face, “I kinda wanna ride the Ferris Wheel.”
Brayden can feel his eyebrow shoot up. He hasn't been on that thing since he was six. It kind of loses its appeal when you see it every damn day. “Really?”
“I know it's dumb,” she ducks her head, her silky hair falling over her blushing cheeks. “I just . . . I don't know . . . I've been on it a thousand times, ya know?” Looking up through thick lashes, she catches her lip between her teeth when she meets his eye. “Just never been on it . . . with you.”
He can't be sure, and he's damn well not gonna ask, but Brayden thinks he might blush, too, at her admission. Because there's nothing he doesn't want to do with this girl. That he wouldn't do for her.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, he catches her chin in his hand and tilts her face toward his. His thumb brushes over her lower lip and she releases it to smile in that way that stops the world from even existing for Brayden. “Come on, then. Let's ride the damn Ferris Wheel.”
With his arm around her, and her had resting against his shoulder, they wait for the next ride and then climb into the carriage that will take them to the top of the world. And when they get there, she's curled in next to him, her hand on the inside of his thigh and her thumb rubbing small circles against the denim.
He's pretty sure he doesn't deserve to be as happy as he is. But he's sure as fuck not willing to give it up. For anything.
“Brayden?” Demi's voice is soft and small, her breath brushing his neck.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
He feels it, at home from the guys, but they're not words he often hears. Or says. Or is remotely comfortable with at all.
Still, sitting here at the top of everything, with the most beautiful girl in the world pressed against his side, and the sun burning away over the ocean? He knows what Jensen means when he says, even though some things are bigger than words, sometimes the words still need to be said.
Just before his lips close over hers, he whispers, “Love you, too, Dem.”
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Date: 2010-04-09 12:58 pm (UTC)*-*
He's supposed to be working.
It's totally not his fault, though, that she showed up. With the sun bouncing off her hair and her eyes sparkling like they do when she smiles at him. Like Brayden's the only guy in the world to her.
So maybe his fifteen minute break turned into two hours walking the pier, her tiny hand in his or his arms around her waist while they stopped to talk to people they know from school, or just from practically living here on the boardwalk. It's cool, because he's working for Jensen today, and he totally doesn't care if Brayden takes off for hours at a time with his girlfriend. He's alright sometimes, Jensen is.
The guys mock him endlessly for the way he can't seem to keep his mouth shut. But when he's alone with Demi like this? Even in a crowd of tourists and locals, they're alone in this bubble of . . . whatever this is. And Brayden's perfectly happy to just be quiet. It's probably a little girlie, or emo, or complete bull shit, but sometimes he worries that he's going to miss something crucial if he doesn't shut up and pay attention. Like some vital piece of information about her will get past him or something.
They're on what feels like their thirtieth trip around the pier. Jensen sent him a text an hour ago to tell him to take the rest of the night off, but to make sure that Demi's home by curfew. He's still learning to remember that not everybody's parents are as cool as his, and that his girlfriend's mother isn't his biggest fan, so he needs to tow the line and make sure he follows her rules.
“Don't make fun of me, but,” she pulls to a stop and tugs on Brayden's hand, her brown eyes wide as she looks up into his face, “I kinda wanna ride the Ferris Wheel.”
Brayden can feel his eyebrow shoot up. He hasn't been on that thing since he was six. It kind of loses its appeal when you see it every damn day. “Really?”
“I know it's dumb,” she ducks her head, her silky hair falling over her blushing cheeks. “I just . . . I don't know . . . I've been on it a thousand times, ya know?” Looking up through thick lashes, she catches her lip between her teeth when she meets his eye. “Just never been on it . . . with you.”
He can't be sure, and he's damn well not gonna ask, but Brayden thinks he might blush, too, at her admission. Because there's nothing he doesn't want to do with this girl. That he wouldn't do for her.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, he catches her chin in his hand and tilts her face toward his. His thumb brushes over her lower lip and she releases it to smile in that way that stops the world from even existing for Brayden. “Come on, then. Let's ride the damn Ferris Wheel.”
With his arm around her, and her had resting against his shoulder, they wait for the next ride and then climb into the carriage that will take them to the top of the world. And when they get there, she's curled in next to him, her hand on the inside of his thigh and her thumb rubbing small circles against the denim.
He's pretty sure he doesn't deserve to be as happy as he is. But he's sure as fuck not willing to give it up. For anything.
“Brayden?” Demi's voice is soft and small, her breath brushing his neck.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
He feels it, at home from the guys, but they're not words he often hears. Or says. Or is remotely comfortable with at all.
Still, sitting here at the top of everything, with the most beautiful girl in the world pressed against his side, and the sun burning away over the ocean? He knows what Jensen means when he says, even though some things are bigger than words, sometimes the words still need to be said.
Just before his lips close over hers, he whispers, “Love you, too, Dem.”