When Life Gives You Lemons

Brandon:

I woke up just as the sun rays began to penetrate my blinds and brighten up my room. A yawn escaped my lips which soon turned up into a smile. Today is the day, the day we leave for tour. Swinging my feet over the side of the bed I got up. I strolled over to my closet making sure to be as quiet as possible. It was only six-thirty and Nathan would be a pain if I woke him up at this time of day.

“What to wear?......What to wear?” I mumbled ripping through my closet.

I glanced over to my side to see an outfit hanging up. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I don’t remember picking out an outfit last night. I walked over to it and examined it. There was a sticky note reading “I took the pleasure of picking out an outfit for you good sir. Yes, you have to wear it. And no you have no other option. You gonna look gangsta gangsta today whether you want to or not. Welps! Yeps! Love ya! Nathan.”

I saw the lopsided smiley face and couldn’t help but smile. Nathan is the weirdest boy I’ve ever meet in my life. But I wouldn’t know what I would do without him. I scanned the outfit nodding my head in approval. Camouflage skinnys, red and black obey shirt with the matching hoodie and my red, white and black Jordan’s. Topped off with my white and red obey snapback. I must admit that my best friend can dress his fruity ass off.

Slipping the clothes on I make my way downstairs. I skipped the tenth one because it creaked loud enough to wake the neighbors. I walk into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. I’ve become a coffee addict and it’s all Nate’s fought. He’s the one who turned me on to it and now I drink it everyday. I pour my cup and turn on the television. Sliding onto the couch I flip to my favorite show. SpongeBob.

“Good morning!” A voice sung out to me. I glanced at the top of the stairs to see Nathan standing with his hands out to the side. “The sun is shinning. Today is the day.” He belched while skipping down the steps. “And I’m so happy.”

I grin rolling my eyes at him “Of course you are. We’re going to be on a bus full of boys for six months. Not to mention three other bands are touring with us?” I smirk at him “ Why wouldn’t you be?”

“Oh yes! Six months with all them boys. Mhhmm!” he mumbled licking his lips “I’m gonna be having a lot of late nights with the Fuentes brothers.” He poured his coffee into a cup. “Can I say threesome.”

I scrunched my nose “Nathaniel I didn’t need to hear that.”

“Minus well get use to it. That’s all you gonna hear for the next six months.” He chuckled which soon turned into a moan “Ohhhhh Mikey fuck me harder!” He gripped his hand on the counter, putting the other on his butt “Right there Vic, hit that spot again.”

“What the fuck Nathan!” I yelled covering my ears. I looked over at him with wide eyes. I could literally picture them fucking. I closed my eyes tightly as another moaned pranced out of his mouth. “Stop Nate, you know I have a good imagination.”

“It’s not my fought that you got a better imagination than a four year old watching the Backyardigans.” I shot him a glare and seconds later Nathan’s crackle filled the air. He walked over to me and placed a kiss on my cheek “Oh don’t worry. I’m pretty sure you’ll get some action too.”

“Yeah, of course….wait! What?” I asked in a flabbergasted tone.

“We’re touring with Bring Me The Horizon, You Me At Six and Asking Alexandria.” He threw me a little smirk “I’m sure your mystery man with the English accent and tattoos like art work is somewhere on this tour.”

I frowned at him “Go get your shit.”

Nathan blew me a kiss before skipping up the stairs and to the room. I sighed lingering upstairs myself to retrieve my stuff also. While dragging my last suitcase downstairs the doorbell rung. I walked over to the door not even checking the peak hole. I threw the door open.

“Hi! Are you by any chance Brandon Thompson.” A voice asked

“Yeah that’s me.” That voice sounded familiar, I just can’t recall from where. I glanced up and was met with hazel eyes. “FRANCIS!” I yelled squishing my brother into a hug “I knew your voice was familiar.”

“FRANCY PANTS!” Nathan screamed running down the stairs with his remaining duffle bags.

“Brace yourself Francis.” I whispered in my brothers ear before taking a step back. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him when the collision happened.

Nathan dropped them at the base of the stairs before haling ass full speed up to Francis and jumping into Francis arms wrapping his legs around his torso. “FRANCIS! I MISSED YOU!”

“I missed you to Nate-Dog!” He chuckled holding the younger boy up. “Brandy I think you’re best friend missed me more than you did.”

“Nah!” I said with a snicker. I picked up my bag and started out the door “That’s just Nathaniel. He misses a pile of poop more than a dung beetle.”

I crossed the threshold into the bus. Glancing around I noticed it was empty. I guess it is a little early for them, and they’re probably jet lagged like a motherfucker. I tiptoed down the bus not wanting to wake anyone and mentally cursing myself out for not asking my brother which bunk was mine.

As I walked past a bunk someone called to me “That one’s yours.”

“Thanks.” I mumbled throwing my stuff on the bed

I turned around to see who had helped me but saw know one. Shrugging my shoulders I went to go but my stuff away. I didn’t have much stuff unlike Nathan who just staggered onto the bus with his fourth duffle bag. He quickly jogged back off the bus to get his remaining two.

“How much stuff does he have mate?” The voice questioned and I couldn’t help but think that I’ve heard it before.

I laughed “He has two more bags left..”

I heard a laugh from the behind the curtain of the bunk in front of me. That laugh made my knees weak “ He seems like a handful.”

“Trust me….he definitely is.” I sigh leaning backwards and resting my head on the wall.

Nathan ran inside with his last two bags. He dropped them in his bunk which was beside mines. He came and stood in front of me causing me to shoot him a suspicious look. Suddenly he collapsed into my lap.

“I’m so tired Brandy.” He moaned dramatically

I chuckled rolling my eyes “What are you doing Nate? Get off of me.”

By now we were causing a scene. I could see the amused faces peaking through the curtains, and Nathan could too. Nate loves attention, especially when it’s all on him. There stares did nothing but fuel him.

“Hold me close…..don’t let go.” He sung gripping onto me tightly and swaying us from side to side. “Watch me burn.” He rolled over pressing me against the bed “In this hospital for soulsssss!”

A chorus of laughter rang through the bus. I glared at him, but it soon turned into a smile. It’s so hard to be mad at this dude. He’s just entirely to goofy to do so.

“Get! Off!” I groaned trying to push me off of him. I failed miserably. Seconds later I heard a faint noise come from him. I looked down with wide eyes. He was snoring. He was sleep. Nate! Nate, go to your own bunk.”

“But there’s nobody in my bunk.” He mumbled pulling himself closer to me “I wanna cuddle.

“Okay!” I sighed in defeat. When Nate wants to cuddle, he cuddles. “ Just….at least take off your shoes.”

“Can you do it for me Brandon?” He whined

“Fine!” I groaned shaking my head I slipped his shoes off. I placed them beside my bed then went to work on my own shoes. Once off I placed them beside Nate’s. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see a guy with brown hair. There were three black dots at the corner of his right eyes. “Hey!”

“Hey there! It was pretty funny to watch you and your friend here.” He chuckled a little his eyes crinkling in the process. He flashed me a million dollar smile before sticking out his hand “I’m Oliver.”

“Brandon!” I took his hand in mines giving it a firm shake. Not failing to see the see the ‘DEAD’ tattooed on his hand.

He must have noticed my stare because he brought his fist together spelling. “Drop Dead. It’s my clothing line.” He smiled proudly.

I couldn’t help but smile too. It’s just that contagious “That’s cool bro. Maybe I should check it out sometime.”

“Yeah! Totally man I’m sure you’ll like it.” He commented twiddling with his fingers.

Why is he twiddling his fingers? The only time I do that is when I’m nervous. So, is Oliver nervous? And if he is nervous why? Maybe I said something that made him feel this way? By now my stomach wasn’t doing just back flips. A full gymnastics routine was being performed. I felt my cheeks heat up and immediately looked down. What in the world is going on?

“Brandy!” Nathan whimpered. “Cuddle! Now!”

I rolled my eyes annoyingly but silently thinking him for breaking the tension. “Yeah! Yeah! I’m coming!”

A chuckled escaped Oliver’s lips. “Well I guess you should get going then?”

“Yeah.” I said looking up at Oliver. “I guess I should.”

My eyes wondered to his lips which had a slight smirk on them. I starred at them for a couple seconds. Wait! Why am I staring at his lips. I ripped my gaze away from them. I can’t be doing shit like that.

“See ya round mate.” He smiled before walking away

I released a breath that I didn’t even know I was holding. Pulling the covers back I slipped underneath them. I closed my eyes but couldn’t help think about Oliver. His voice, his tattoos and the way he smiled. For some reason I couldn’t help but think that I’ve meet him before. That I’ve talked for hours with him or been somewhere with him before. Where this feeling is coming from? I have no idea?”

“Told you!” Nathan mumbled digging his head into my chest

I glanced down at him “What are you talking about?”

“Told you you’d fine your mystery English boy with the tattoos like art work.”

I snicker popping him in the head “Shut up and go to sleep.”

“Ow!” He yelped lowly rubbing the spot on his fore head “No need to get abusive.” He cupped his hand around my ear before whispering “But, you know you like him.”

“I do not!” I whisper yelled in my defense

“Oh really!” He said with wide eyes “So you just blush the color of a tomato just for the hell of it?”

I turned my head away from him and let out a deep sigh. He’s right, I do find Oliver oddly attractive. Which is weird because never have I ever been attracted to another male before. I mean it’s noting different from being attracted to a female. It’s just that knowing they have a penis instead of boobs. “It’s okay Brandon. You’ll get use to it.” Nate mumbled. I gave him a weird look. “You were talking out loud for most of your speech.” I nodded my head taking a long breath. He chuckled placing a kiss on my cheek. “Get some rest. Sleep tightly Brandon.”

“Yeah! You too Nate.” I whispered before floating off into my dreamland

Notes

Is this good? Do you guys like it? Should I keep going?