When Life Gives You Lemons

Brandon:



A loud crash rippled through the air ‘Bloody Hell Nathan’.

“Oops! Did I do that?” Nate squealed in what sounded like a preppy Steve Urkel voice.

I moaned in agony at the fact that the hooligans have managed to wake me from my somewhat peaceful sleep…..again. I swear they don’t sleep, like they never ever sleep. And they try their hardest to keep my hours of sleep to a minimal. I blinked once, then twice before I finally managed to fully open my eyes. I was immediately knocked upside the head, I had the worst headache ever.

“Ahh Fuck!” I groan shutting my eyes again. I kept my eyes closed for a couple of seconds before opening them again. The pain returned feeling like a hammer to my head. “Shit!”

I slowly swing my feet of the bed and onto the floor standing up, probably a little to quickly, because everything started to spin. What is going on? Am I coming down with something? I can’t be, I’m just not a morning person. When the dizziness subsides I start on my way towards the front with the rest of the guys.

“B-DOG!” Nate cheered so loud my head started to pound. “YOU FINALLY AWAKE!”

My hands flew to my ears “Please….not so loud. For the love of God.” I glanced down at my watch to see it was only six. “It’s only six o’clock. How do you have so much energy?”

Nate shrugged at me “I don’t know.” He studied me closely “Are you okay Brandon?”

“Fine.” I groaned sitting on the chair beside Oliver. “Just a tiny headache.”

Nate immediately got worried “Are you sure it’s just a tiny headache?”

“Yes Dad!” I groan cringing as another pang rippled through my head “I’m fine.”

“Since you’re all goody, let’s go to the park mate!” Matt exclaimed staring out the window. “It looks quite nice out.”

All the boys ran towards the window and I couldn’t help but snicker at how much they looked like children. But now that I think about it, that’s all that they are. They are a bunch of five year olds in adult bodies. And sadly, my brother left me in charge of these oversized children. Yay!

. “Ohhhhhh! It’s so sunnyyy.” A gasp escaped his mouth “ OMG AND THERE’S A FUCKING PLAYGROUND!” . He turned to me with a pleading face “CAN WE GO OUTSIDE! PLEASE! BRANDON PLEASE!”

“Please!” Jordan whined completely catching me by surprise. He was never one to whine or complain. He noticed my look and shrugged his shoulders “I’m tired of being in this bus.”

“Oh ease up Tiger!” Oli chuckled sending butterflies through my already queasy stomach. “Let them go outside Brandy.”

“Alright!” I sighed shaking my head “Go ahead!”

Nicholls, Kean, Chris, Malia and I can’t forget my best friend Nate darted out the bust as soon as the okay left my mouth. I sighed sadly, I wasn’t physically up for going to the park. Physically, I felt like I’d been run over by a car. With a grunt I picked myself up off the couch, Oliver not far behind, and made my way out the bus.

Once at the park let myself fall back against the tall oak tree that loomed overhead. I took deep breaths in and out trying desperately to calm my stomach. A war was going on inside. Not the pleasant, giggly one I got when I saw, did, or thought about anything that remotely related to Oliver. This was a horrible, bloody war. My stomach wasn’t fluttering with butterflies but churning with knives.

“Are you sure you’re okay love?” Oliver asked me with a hint of worry in his voice

“I’m fine I….” I paused. My mouth started to feel watery “I….think I’m bout to puke.”

I didn’t have time to run to the trashcan. It came up and out of my body as quickly as I realized it was even coming in the first place. I felt a calloused yet soft hand creep under my shirt and rub up and down my back. Goose bumps bubble to the surface of my skin when his hands graced pass.

“Let it all out.” Oliver cooed “Just let it all out.”

The heaving finally stopped and my body grew weak. Fatigue overtook my muscles and my legs gave way. Oli’s hands extended out and collected me just before I connected to the ground below

“Woah there!” He sat down on the ground and positioned me between his legs.

I immediately fell into his strong embrace. It was comfortable and I couldn’t help but snuggle deeper into his chest. If I didn’t feel like complete and utter shit, I would be blushing madly.

“You’re coming down with something love.” Oli whispered hands running through my hair.

I closed my eyes savoring the feeling “Don’t worry. It’s nothing major”

“I don’t know Brandon I mean …” Oli paused as his hand slithered on the side of my face “You’re running a little fever too.” Oli pouted lightly causing me to giggle “What’s wrong with my Babe.”

I smirked lightly with a slightly eye roll “I’m fine.”

I braced my arm against the tree and picked myself up off the ground. “See! I told you I’m…..”

I paused as I started to see double of everything. I reached for the support of the tree, the wrong tree, subsequently causing me to tumble to the ground.

“Yeah! You’re not okay. I’m taking you back to the tour bus now.” Oliver grabbed my arm helping me back up

I moaned “But….”

“No buts..” He interrupted me. He picked me up bridal style. We started on our way to the bus. “You’re sick…or at least you’re getting their. You need to rest.”

“Oliver!” I groaned in agitation “I can walk.”

“I know you can.” Oliver chuckled kicking the bus door open. “But I happen to like carrying you.”

“But…..” I wrinkled my eyebrows in confusion. “This is the first time you’ve carried me.”

Oliver lightly placed me on my bed “And it won’t be your last.”

Now that made me blush and I looked away hoping to hide it. Oliver chuckled from beside me “You’re adorable you know.” Is he trying to make me permanently red. He shook his head with a grin “Get some rest Brandon.”

“I’ll try.” I mumble shrinking into the bed. Oliver stood up and turned away from me. Was he leaving? I didn’t want him to leave. “Don’t go.”

Shit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

He turned around “What?”

“Just stay.” I whispered. I looked at Oliver with pleading eyes “For a little while. I just can’t go to sleep on my own.” I looked down at my fingers feeling embarrassed “Just….don’t go.”

“I’ll stay Brandon.”

He slipped under the covers with outstretched arms. With a smile I melted into them. Boy I could get use to this. Oliver with me in bed. I could stay like this forever.

“Me too.” Oliver whispered into my hair. “Now get some sleep.”

“Okay.” I mumbled closing my eyes. “Oliver?”

“Yes Brandon?” He replied in a fake annoyed voice

I rotated around so that I was looking at him “Don’t you have a show later on tonight.”

“Yes!” Oli whispered “Now go to sleep.”

“Oli?”

“No!”

“But Oli” I whinnied

He laughed “No! Go to sleep!”

“But..”

“Brandon! Sleep! Now!” He mumbled

“Fine!”

I groaned in defeat, sinking into his warm, comforting embrace. My body is so tired, but I don’t want to go to sleep. Why would I want to fall asleep? Falling asleep would cut my time with Oliver short. It would end my reality and begin a dream. But why would I want to dream when my reality is finally better than any dream. I don’t want this to end.

“Brandon stop thinking and go to sleep.” Oli snickered lightly “I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s funny how he knows me so well. I think I say that a lot though. But, it’s true. Like he reads my mind or something, maybe he does. That would explain why he always seem to read me like a book. Brandon, what are you talking about? This is absurd. There’s no way Oliver can actually read minds. Even though he may seem to…

“Brandon.” Oliver sighed

I laughed “Okay! Okay!”

I finally cleared my mind of all thoughts instead I tuned in to the rhythm of Oliver’s heartbeat. Thump….Thump…Thump…Thump. It’s so calming. I don’t know if it’s because of the beat itself, or because it’s coming from Oliver. My eyes started to drift. I was almost in gone but not before hearing words that would change my life forever.

“I think I love you.”

Notes

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