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

Chapter Five - The To Do List

"What a night." Brandy exclaims as she leads me to her bedroom, flopping out on her bed.

"You can say that again."

"What are you doing here!?" Brandy's head snaps up, her eyes darting to see Cameron standing in the corner of her room, a notepad in hand.

"We had a date. What were you doing with Y/N?" He steps forward, his voice stern as Brandy's mouth drops open in realisation. "Or were you too busy with your stupid scam list that you forgot all about it?"

"Cameron, that's private!" Brandy lunges forward, trying to grab the notebook in his hand. "That's private. Give it back!"

"What scam list?" I speak up, confused on what was going on, but no one bothered to answer my question.

"You cheat on me?" Cameron's expression was hurt, he had clearly been crying before we arrived.

"Cheat? We're not even together!" Brandy exclaims, her eyes wide as she defends herself.

"Brandy, you gave me a handjob..." Cameron's bottom lip begins to quiver. "Does that mean nothing to you..!?" I watch the pair argue back and forth.

"No. It's a hand job."
"But I told you that I love you-"
"You meant that?" Brandy's eyes widen with guilt.

"Brandy, how could you do this to me? I work with you... I study with you - I fingered you! At any point you could have told me you were just using me ... I wonder if I'll ever be able to enjoy a hand job again.."
Cameron's voice trails off.

"Cameron, don't say that."

"I'm probably gonna have erectile dysfunction-" Cameron's grip around the notebook loosens, allowing Brandy to gently take it from him. "Camster..." Her voice was soft, sympathetic. "It was just a misunderstanding..."

"Don't touch me." Cameron brushes past me, making his way towards the door. "I hope you get aids." He walks out the room angrily, leaving the house without looking back.

Moments pass, and the room is filled with silence. My eyes wander to Brandy's face... tight and struggling to keep its composure.

"Brandy..." I break the tension, my voice small as I place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Maybe this scam list was a stupid idea." Brandy sits back down onto the bed in defeat, her expression almost unreadable apart from the tears threatening to spill.

"Can I see it?" I ask, sitting myself down beside her, my hands wrapping around hers gently as I take the notebook out of her closed palms.

Brandy's POV:
I watch Y/N read the list, her face blank as her eyes scan through the various tasks I set myself. Some were more simple than others, the list finishing with the biggest challenge: sex with Rusty Waters.

"Rusty Waters?" Y/N finally looks up, eyebrows raised and a smirk on her face. "Is he really still your final goal? ... That guy? I thought we went over this..."

I let out a small chuckle as I nod. "You came up with this whole list by yourself?" Y/N asks. "It's quite ambitious..."

I laugh again, my hands still wrapped around Y/N's... it was a friendly gesture from her part - but the warmth of her hands comforted me more than her kind words.

Y/N notices me staring at our intertwined hands and gently pulls away, brushing herself off as she clears her throat. "It's getting late. I told my Dad I would be home an hour ago. See you at the pool, yeah?" She smiles at me again, but yet there was that familiar feeling that there was still something she couldn't quite bring herself to say.

"Goodnight, Y/N" I don't move off the bed, watching her as she opens my bedroom door to leave - before hesitating and then closing it again.

"Are you... alright with the whole Cameron thing?" She turns to face me, her hands still on the doorknob. "I know you two are close, and I don't want it to be awkward for you both in September..."

"September?"

"I read your file." Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. "You're coming to my college."

"Really?" I sit up straighter. "I didn't know you went-"
"Yeah." She interrupts me. "Talk to him, Brandy. He cares about you... and clearly likes you. Just... talk to him." She pulls on the doorknob again.

"Goodnight, Brandy." She steps through the doorway without looking back, a sense of sadness surrounding her.

"Goodnight Y/N." I call back, my voice barely above a whisper - but she was already gone.