Higher Stakes [Strings: Part 1]

Chapter 19: Don't Leave Me

“Wakey! Wakey! Rise and shine!”

Someone was bouncing on the bed. His bed. Somewhere in the 3 thick layers of bed sheets, his body was lying in comfort. With the earthquake on his dreamland shook him up, his fantasy was on hold.

“Stop it!” he lazily groaned.

“Get up! Pronto!” Whoever it is, was not on their feet giving a full on bounce. Turning over from his stomach, he slowly pushed the sheets off his face and carefully watches the person. He sees long curly brown hair bouncing with a pair of black sweat pants and baggy white tees. It is definitely not the twins.

That is if the world gone into the further and the twins are all grown up but that’s not possibly. What a second, the twins has light brown hair, you can say that they are nearly blonde. This girl, jumping up and down on his bed is full on brown haired. There’s only one person that could do something like this especially early in the morning. He smirked.

“Selly!”

“Took you long enough to recognize me,” the girl smiled. One last bounce, she crashed down and sat on the edge. Bradley pushed off the last sheet, sighing and blinked at her. Oh how much he loves the moment he spends with this one special girl. He noticed she was wearing her favorite white sleeveless blouse with skintight black jeans and a pair of heels, which she took off and were lying by the bed. Her hair tied up so nicely, showing off her face and her cute jaw line. Soft tender cheeks. So puffy yet so sweet. Pink colored pair of lips. She had that nice strawberry lip-gloss he suspected. Her beautiful brown eyes. They are so… Nice. Nice Bradley, nice. He shook his head.

“Why are you here?” he rubbed his eyes. Glancing at the wall clock opposite the bed, he continued, “It’s 7 o’clock. Plus. Today’s Sunday. Va-ca-tion-DAY!”

“I know that.” She grinned. However, her smiling face faded slowly and replaced with a concern look. She was fiddling the bed sheets. She seemed uneasy. “We need to talk, Bradley.”

“Now?”

She nodded.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked.

She sighed, “It’s about you and Demi.”

“What about it?” he asked, moving off the bed. He quickly headed off to the bathroom and washes his face. Selena followed her and stood at the doorway.

“C’mon, we both know about your streak.” She crossed her arms.

He sighed, “I thought we got THAT out of OUR system.” Grabbing the toothbrush, he smeared the white and green toothpaste at the brushy end. “It’s over.” He added, before brushing in his teeth. “Besides…” he spits out and rinsed. “I was the victim, remember? I was always the victim.”

She passed him a clean towel, “remember that one right. But, I want to talk vice versa version of it. With no money involved whatsoever. You know the part where you hold hands, hugging and other stuff…”

“So let me get this straight,” he started. “You came to my room, early in the morning while I’m still in bed and you came in, jumping like you’re on a trampoline just to have this kind of conversation?” He sighed. “Don’t start this please.”

“I love Demi.” She began. “I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“How about me?” Bradley started. “Do I get the same kind of sympathy and care from MY best friend?”

“She’s been through a lot right now, and she needs me.”

“I need you too.”

“Not all the time.”