Brandy Klark x Reader ('The To do List')

Chapter Three - Itty Bitty Titty Committee

Two days later:

Y/N's POV:

"I have bigger boobs than you!"

What?

I head out of the office again, turning to Willy who seems to be in hysterics.

I pull my sunglasses off my face, propping them above my head as I observe the scene in front of me.

"What's going on? Eugh!"
I'm interrupted as a piece of damp, pink fabric comes flying at my face, before sliding down my front. "What the fuck?" I retort, picking it up from the floor to realise it's someone's bikini top.
"Brandy's the president of the itty bitty titty community!" The neighbourhood kids continue to chant as they circle round the lifeguard in the pool.

Brandy's front is pressed up against the side of the pool, her oversized bikini bottoms floating around her hips in the water.

"Isn't that bikini from the lost and found?" I raise an eyebrow, amused by the whole situation."The elastic went in it, so the last owner left it behind." I continue to speak, making Brandy's face turn a darker shade of pink.

"Women in Europe go topless all the time. So deal with it." Brandy snaps back at the laughing men, trying to uphold any remaining dignity she had for herself.

"But they have boobs!" Willy calls out again.
"Big deal." Brandy retorts, climbing out the water and walking towards the changing rooms, arms swinging aggressively at her sides.

"What? Jenna? Your kids have never seen tits before!?" Brandy storms past a woman covering her kids eyes.

"That chick is crazy."
"I know what you mean."
"I like it." Rusty speaks up, a smirk on his face.
"What do you mean, you like it?" I turn to him, an unimpressed expression on my face. "That girl has guts." I say, before heading back into the office to hide any more bikinis Brandy could become exposed by.

Brandy's POV:
I stay in that changing room for a lot longer than I need to, trying to regain my breath and make sense of the situation that just happened.
I was back in my normal clothes, my backpack slung over her shoulders as I packed my stuff up. They wouldn't mind if I left early, right? I was too busy planning my escape to notice a knock on the door.

"Hey, Brandy?" It was Y/N again.
"Yeah? I'm okay." I replied back, my voice slightly more high pitched than normal.
"I didn't ask if you were okay. Can I come in?" Was the response, her voice calm and controlled - more I could say for me in this situation. Normally I would have turned her away, but she already saw me cry yesterday, and saw my chest today - I had little to hide from her anymore.

"Um. Yeah." I reply, slowly opening the door to allow Y/N into the changing cubicle with me. I lock it behind.

"This is... a lot more cramped with two people than I thought it would be." Y/N jokes awkwardly, I watch her fiddle with her fingers - clearly uncomfortable.

"Oh. Yeah. I'll open the door again then." I say, making this conversation even more awkward than it was to begin with.

"You had guts out there, you know? You owned the situation - left the guys speechless." Y/N smiles, trying to cheer me up.

"Thanks... I think I will be sticking to my own costume from now on." I give out a half-hearted laugh, my face still tinted red from the prior experience.

"Good idea. And I think it might be a good idea to bin that bikini... to save future embarrassment, yeah?"

I nod. "Yeah... thanks."

"Anytime." Y/N steps out of the cubicle, hesitating before leaving the changing room altogether.

A blink a few times... that was a quick conversation, almost pointless - there was something else she wanted to say, but something was stopping her.

But at least now I know I have someone else with my back.