Baby, We're A Hurricane (Brallon)

19. Thriller

I still can't believe it's been a month since Ryan moved out. I see him every day, but the nights get lonely. Dallon can't stay every night, so I just end up alone.

As for Dallon and I, let's just say that things are amazing. I've never felt so wanted by anyone before. He's honestly the only thing that makes me happy besides seeing Ryan. If I were to lose Dallon, I don't think I'd make it. I love him. I know I do. We've been together for a month now and I know it's too early for the 'I Love You's' but it feels right. I loved him when he wasn't mine and I still love him.

"Bren, I'll be back earlier tonight. You're dad has another business trip to go on." My mom said sweetly.

"Again?" I groaned. She nodded sadly and hugged me quickly.

"It's fine, Bren. He'll be back sooner than you think." She let go and left the house. Saturday's are the worst here. Yes, I enjoy the weekend, but I get bored and lonely easy.

I trudged into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle and started for my room, but was stopped by a knock on the front door. I walked over quickly and pulled the door open.

"You aren't answering your phone! You know how I get, Bren. I worry about you..." Dallon hugged me tightly. I wrapped my arms around him and put my head on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He mumbled, swaying us back and forth. I nodded and closed my eyes. I feel better now that he's here. He pulled me back and picked me up bridal style.

"Why?" I whined, kicking my legs.

"Cause my baby is lonely and I am here to rescue him!" He giggled and ran us upstairs. He dropped me on the bed and looked around for a minute.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, laying back. I was getting comfortable when I felt my phone underneath me.

"My shirt from a few days ago. I never got it back because someone enjoys sleeping with it." He glared. I giggled and grabbed it from behind my pillow. I know it's a strange place to keep it, but it's closer this way. That and I was wearing it last night.

"You mean this old thing?" I teased, swinging it around. He tried to grab it, but I pulled it back.

"Oops. Sorry, but it's mine now." I said and laid on top of it. He tried to roll me over to get it, but I wouldn't budge. Then he started tickling me.

"Okay, okay! H-Here!" I laughed, throwing the shirt across the room. He straddled my waist and poked my sides some more.

"I don't want it anymore." He chuckled and leaned down to kiss me.

"I love you." I whispered when he pulled away. My eyes grew wide as I realized what I had said. Oh no.

"You, you what?" He asked.

"Nothing! It's fine! Let's just, uh, go see a movie or something! Get out of the house for a little while." I tried to get him off, but he wouldn't move.

"No, tell me what you said." He demanded. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. It has to come out sooner or later.

"I said I love you." I said shyly. I wouldn't open my eyes for anything. I don't care if my house was on fire, I will not open my eyes.

"Bren, I-"

"No it's fine. I shouldn't have said anything." I cut him off. I opened my eyes and looked around. Anywhere but Dallon.

"Bren, look at me," He forced me to look at him, our eyes locking. "I love you too."

"You really mean it, Dal?" I asked in disbelief. I never would have thought he would say it back.