Long Live... [Editing Plot, etc.]

Long Live...Chapter 8

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I closed the door and suddenly felt hungry. I walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge and retrieved my leftover from yesterday. I reheated the pasta and pulled out the fork from the drawer below the microwave. I suddenly felt two hands wrapped around my waist and picked me up. I screamed my lungs out and started to kick everywhere. I felt the adrenaline flush through my veins. I turned to see Brandon laughing his head off.

"You’re an idiot!" I cried, he wiped away a fake tear and continued to laugh. He was all sweaty and made it worse with his disheveled hair.

"Oh Mandy," he sighed. His face had dried sweat on it, along with the grass stains all over his clothes.

"I could have punched or or even worse! I could’ve kicked you where guys despise being kicked." He smiled widely, obviously looking like he had accepted the challenge.

He walked over for a hug, his arms wide open.

"Eww, no! Take a shower, I don’t want your guy sweat on me." I said as I ducked under his wide open arms.

"That’s what she said." I rolled my eyes as he started his laugh up the stairs. Can’t they go a day without cracking obnoxious jokes like that? I mean all of them because I’ve been with them and every minute they either talk about their "physical" life or crack "jokes" about it. That’s why I can’t see myself going out with one of them, even if he was mute.

After eating my dinner, I went upstairs to take a warm shower. Especially during these cold seasons, warm showers were necessary.

I dried my hair, letting the blow dryer warm my face up. I turned it off, and in the process I managed to unplug it, and then turn off the bathroom lights. I hurriedly jumped into bed, wanting my quilt to cover every inch of myself. It was a cold and windy night, and for one, I could tell because of the ocean-like wind hitting the window and scrambling through the branches. I closed my eyes, volunteering to put my mind at ease for a while.

A sudden thought crossed my mind, kind of like a slide show on pause. It was the symbol on James' ring. It looked like three almond-shaped ovals that met in the middle. Or like an infinity sign but with another circular shape right at the top. I pondered this thought thoroughly, trying to make out what it could possibly mean. I guess I thought so hard I actually fell asleep in an instant.

"Thank God it’s Wednesday." I muttered under my breath, although I would prefer Friday. I rubbed both of my eyes roughly, trying to wipe away the drowsiness, if possible. I walked in a haze, towards the bathroom, ready to precede my daily routine.

I walked out feeling that fresh and vibrating feeling I always get every morning. I took a quick glance through the window, noticing that it was windy and heavily foggy. Bad day to do my hair, so bun it is. I grabbed a pair of jeans in my drawer and a V-neck long sleeve shirt. Once I had my clothes on, I threw over my gray jacket and a nice red scarf that complimented my outfit. I walked over to the mirror, on my right side, and grabbed the brush I used that was lying on the table. Quickly, I tied it all in a bun.

"Amanda!" sang Brandon, from downstairs. I took one last look in the mirror before nodding and grabbing my bag. I walked downstairs, finding Brandon trying to make sunny side up eggs. He was making eggs, but they weren’t sunny side up, more like scrambled. He wore a black shirt with a leather jacket, which matched with his black hair and eyes.

I looked at him in amusement, and then he looked over his shoulder.

"Wanna help?” He asked, holding the spatula weakly.  I chuckled, walking over to him.