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Brendon’s hands gripped Margot’s face securely, pulling her as close as possible. The girl’s hands were wringing the front of his shirt, wrinkling the material and stretching it out. As the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, her hands slid up to Brendon’s hair, tugging and intertwining his long, dark locks. His hands slid to her waist, and he picked her up, Margot instinctively jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso. His hands slid up her thighs, gripping them to keep the small girl up.
Brendon moved, walking forward so that Margot’s back slammed against his bedroom door. Margot’s hip banged painfully into the doorknob, and she pulled away, yelping in pain.
“Oh, my God! I’m sorry,” Brendon sputtered, lifting her shirt and rubbing the injured area that would probably start to bruise in an hour or so.
“It’s fine,” Margot said, chuckling and reconnecting her lips with Brendon’s.
“Bed?” he whispered, sliding her pajama shorts off and letting them fall to the floor.
“Bed’s good,” Margot replied, allowing her shirt to be removed. By the time they reached the bed, Brendon’s clothes had been shucked off, and both partners were completely nude. Margot’s body was trapped under Brendon’s, his kisses showering over her face and neck. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his lower-back. Sweat collected on their flesh, and the bed squeaked beneath them.
“I love you, Margot!” Brendon panted, leaning down and kissing the girl on the lips.
“I love you too, Brendon,” Margot murmured softly, pulling him closer.
Brendon was laid back on his pillows, one arm behind his head, the other draped around Margot’s shoulders, the girl’s head resting on his chest, red hair splayed out across his torso. Rain drops began to gently pelt the window through which Margot had entered the room, and the couple could hear the distant rumble of thunder that predicted a storm.
“If you could have anything to eat right now, what would it be?” Brendon twirled a tendril of hair around his index finger, tugging it gently.
Margot chuckled, snuggling closer. “Why?”
“I want to know. I want to know things about you. I’ve known you almost my entire life, and I don’t know anything about you.”
Margot smiled, feeling the warmth from Brendon’s skin on her freckled cheek, blinking slowly. Brendon felt her eyelashes tickle the flesh of his chest, and wrapped his arm more securely around Margot’s shoulders. The rain began to fall a bit heavier, landing in soft plops on the glass pane and wooden sill.
“Well,” she said, thinking. “Probably…chocolate-covered coffee beans.” Brendon lifted his head to look down at her, smirking.
“Really?” The girl nodded. “You hate coffee.”
“I know,” Margot laughed lightly, dragging her index finger in a path down Brendon’s stomach. “But…I dunno, I like chocolate-covered coffee beans. There’s sweet, which can be too sweet, and there’s bitter, which can be too bitter; but when they come together, they’re perfect for each other.”
“How philosophic of you,” Brendon joked, leaning his head back onto his pillows. The thunder seemed closer, and small streak of lightning cut across the ever-darkening sky.
Margot grinned. “What would you eat?”
Brendon laughed out loud. “Well,” he said, shifting his weight so that he could embrace Margot more comfortably. “As a matter of fact, I’m really craving a sandwich.”
“Typical,” Margot replied, rolling her eyes, trying not to laugh. Brendon ignored her jab, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. The individual rain drops were lighter now, but were falling faster, with more force and wind driving their journey to the ground. The wind was whistling angrily outside, and Margot was glad to be inside.
Suddenly, from the bedside table, Brendon’s cell phone began to buzz impatiently, demanding to be answered. Brendon groaned, reaching over to grab the phone. “It’s probably my mom, calling to see where I am,” Brendon said, flipping open the phone, without checking the called ID. “Hello?”
“Brenny!” The minute the two heard the voice that rang out from the other end of the line, both stomachs dropped, and both faces fell. Margot’s jaw dropped, her eyes widened, and her cheeks reddened. “Brenny, you said you’d call me when you got there! I’ve been so worried!” That shrill voice sounded so familiar…
“Victoria,” Brendon murmured, pushing the phone as close to his ear as possible, as though to muffle what Margot was able to hear, anyway. When he said the name, that was all Margot needed to realize what kind of mistake she’d made. “Victoria, I can’t talk right now.”
“But Brenny!” she trilled. “I’ve missed you! You haven’t called, you haven’t texted, I was so--”
Brendon muttered a quick good-bye and hung up, dropping the phone back on the table beside the bed and turning to Margot, who had jumped up and out of the bed and was now scrambling to get back into her clothes.
“Margot--” he began, not knowing how to explain.
“You told me you didn’t have a girlfriend, Brendon!” Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes, and Margot knew it was only a matter of time before her reserve broke, and she could no longer hold back the sobs that were choking the back of her throat.
“Victoria’s not my girlfriend anymore, Margot!” Brendon tried to explain, getting up to stop her from leaving. “We just have sex occasionally.”
“That’s so much better!” Margot shrieked, wrenching out of Brendon’s grasp and stalking out of the room, pounding down the stairs and out the door. The storm was fully-developed now, rain pouring down from the heavens, thunder crashing angrily above, while lightning bolts flashed and sliced through the dark clouds that blanketed the sky.
Brendon sat down on the edge of his bed, groaning. He leaned his elbows on his knees, and his forehead in his hands. How stupid could you get? Of course, he hadn’t bothered to tell Margot about Victoria, since he figured nothing would come of this trip. And now that it had…
Brendon stood, smacking himself in the face for being so stupid. He groaned. Thunder crashed overhead like the mighty battle cries of a war amongst the gods. The sound made Brendon even angrier; angry at himself, at Victoria, at Spencer…Oh, especially at Spencer. Fuck Spencer. Why did Spencer, a horrible human being, get a great girl like Margot, whom he was probably going to marry, while Brendon got saddled with Victoria, nothing more than a fuck-buddy?
Brendon groaned again. All this was running through his head so fast, he was barely taking notice of the weather conditions outside. That is, until he heard the sound of brakes screeching, tires sliding unstoppably on wet pavement, and a single, brief, woman’s scream, that made Brendon’s hair stand on end, and his eyes pop. That voice…
He threw open his window, not thinking of the front door that was a few stairs away. One mad leap for the branch later, and Brendon was scrambling down the trunk of the tree, running to the gruesome scene that awaited his discovery.
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Brendon moved, walking forward so that Margot’s back slammed against his bedroom door. Margot’s hip banged painfully into the doorknob, and she pulled away, yelping in pain.
“Oh, my God! I’m sorry,” Brendon sputtered, lifting her shirt and rubbing the injured area that would probably start to bruise in an hour or so.
“It’s fine,” Margot said, chuckling and reconnecting her lips with Brendon’s.
“Bed?” he whispered, sliding her pajama shorts off and letting them fall to the floor.
“Bed’s good,” Margot replied, allowing her shirt to be removed. By the time they reached the bed, Brendon’s clothes had been shucked off, and both partners were completely nude. Margot’s body was trapped under Brendon’s, his kisses showering over her face and neck. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his lower-back. Sweat collected on their flesh, and the bed squeaked beneath them.
“I love you, Margot!” Brendon panted, leaning down and kissing the girl on the lips.
“I love you too, Brendon,” Margot murmured softly, pulling him closer.
Brendon was laid back on his pillows, one arm behind his head, the other draped around Margot’s shoulders, the girl’s head resting on his chest, red hair splayed out across his torso. Rain drops began to gently pelt the window through which Margot had entered the room, and the couple could hear the distant rumble of thunder that predicted a storm.
“If you could have anything to eat right now, what would it be?” Brendon twirled a tendril of hair around his index finger, tugging it gently.
Margot chuckled, snuggling closer. “Why?”
“I want to know. I want to know things about you. I’ve known you almost my entire life, and I don’t know anything about you.”
Margot smiled, feeling the warmth from Brendon’s skin on her freckled cheek, blinking slowly. Brendon felt her eyelashes tickle the flesh of his chest, and wrapped his arm more securely around Margot’s shoulders. The rain began to fall a bit heavier, landing in soft plops on the glass pane and wooden sill.
“Well,” she said, thinking. “Probably…chocolate-covered coffee beans.” Brendon lifted his head to look down at her, smirking.
“Really?” The girl nodded. “You hate coffee.”
“I know,” Margot laughed lightly, dragging her index finger in a path down Brendon’s stomach. “But…I dunno, I like chocolate-covered coffee beans. There’s sweet, which can be too sweet, and there’s bitter, which can be too bitter; but when they come together, they’re perfect for each other.”
“How philosophic of you,” Brendon joked, leaning his head back onto his pillows. The thunder seemed closer, and small streak of lightning cut across the ever-darkening sky.
Margot grinned. “What would you eat?”
Brendon laughed out loud. “Well,” he said, shifting his weight so that he could embrace Margot more comfortably. “As a matter of fact, I’m really craving a sandwich.”
“Typical,” Margot replied, rolling her eyes, trying not to laugh. Brendon ignored her jab, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. The individual rain drops were lighter now, but were falling faster, with more force and wind driving their journey to the ground. The wind was whistling angrily outside, and Margot was glad to be inside.
Suddenly, from the bedside table, Brendon’s cell phone began to buzz impatiently, demanding to be answered. Brendon groaned, reaching over to grab the phone. “It’s probably my mom, calling to see where I am,” Brendon said, flipping open the phone, without checking the called ID. “Hello?”
“Brenny!” The minute the two heard the voice that rang out from the other end of the line, both stomachs dropped, and both faces fell. Margot’s jaw dropped, her eyes widened, and her cheeks reddened. “Brenny, you said you’d call me when you got there! I’ve been so worried!” That shrill voice sounded so familiar…
“Victoria,” Brendon murmured, pushing the phone as close to his ear as possible, as though to muffle what Margot was able to hear, anyway. When he said the name, that was all Margot needed to realize what kind of mistake she’d made. “Victoria, I can’t talk right now.”
“But Brenny!” she trilled. “I’ve missed you! You haven’t called, you haven’t texted, I was so--”
Brendon muttered a quick good-bye and hung up, dropping the phone back on the table beside the bed and turning to Margot, who had jumped up and out of the bed and was now scrambling to get back into her clothes.
“Margot--” he began, not knowing how to explain.
“You told me you didn’t have a girlfriend, Brendon!” Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes, and Margot knew it was only a matter of time before her reserve broke, and she could no longer hold back the sobs that were choking the back of her throat.
“Victoria’s not my girlfriend anymore, Margot!” Brendon tried to explain, getting up to stop her from leaving. “We just have sex occasionally.”
“That’s so much better!” Margot shrieked, wrenching out of Brendon’s grasp and stalking out of the room, pounding down the stairs and out the door. The storm was fully-developed now, rain pouring down from the heavens, thunder crashing angrily above, while lightning bolts flashed and sliced through the dark clouds that blanketed the sky.
Brendon sat down on the edge of his bed, groaning. He leaned his elbows on his knees, and his forehead in his hands. How stupid could you get? Of course, he hadn’t bothered to tell Margot about Victoria, since he figured nothing would come of this trip. And now that it had…
Brendon stood, smacking himself in the face for being so stupid. He groaned. Thunder crashed overhead like the mighty battle cries of a war amongst the gods. The sound made Brendon even angrier; angry at himself, at Victoria, at Spencer…Oh, especially at Spencer. Fuck Spencer. Why did Spencer, a horrible human being, get a great girl like Margot, whom he was probably going to marry, while Brendon got saddled with Victoria, nothing more than a fuck-buddy?
Brendon groaned again. All this was running through his head so fast, he was barely taking notice of the weather conditions outside. That is, until he heard the sound of brakes screeching, tires sliding unstoppably on wet pavement, and a single, brief, woman’s scream, that made Brendon’s hair stand on end, and his eyes pop. That voice…
He threw open his window, not thinking of the front door that was a few stairs away. One mad leap for the branch later, and Brendon was scrambling down the trunk of the tree, running to the gruesome scene that awaited his discovery.
I HID ALL YOUR KATANAS AND PITCHFORKS SO YOU CAN'T KILL ME.
psgocomment+subscribetofindoutwhathappensnext
OverAndOutxx
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