Gone Country

Chapter 13 (Help Wanted)

*Brant*

The digital clock on the table struck twelve, making it two hours of sleep I had already lost. Charlotte had already fallen asleep, I could tell by the way her hand loosened in mine not too long ago. There was no way I could fall asleep without being next to her. That's why I slyly crawled into bed with her, pushing her body so close to mine that when she woke in the morning she wouldn't be able to stop herself from blushing at our circumstance.

Her fragrance made me softly groan in approval and tuck my face into her neck so I could finally rest. I'll never understand why she is the cuddliest human being. Why did it have to be her that I loved holding? What if my future wife never feels this good to hold? Was that even possible? I softly kissed Charlotte's shoulder, my hand becoming curious when it rested on the skin on her stomach that was available to my touch.

Her deep and slow breathing was so calming that I almost instantly fell asleep. Something was wrong with me, I'm just charmed by her beautiful eyes and smile. I'm trying my best to refrain from doing something hasty, it's just harder than it should be. My fingertips inched their way to her waist, a smile pulling up on my lips when felt the lace peaking out from under her sleep shorts. She was too appealing for her own good.

My head spun when her intoxicating scent filled my nose again. I was clearly aware that all of this was inappropriate, I had just lost all my reason while being on the floor separated from her for so long. She was my best friend, and I was currently hating it. I sighed, letting my eyelids fall closed to her indescribable smell. It was crossed with a fruit scent and the faint smell of some kind of vanilla. I don't know what it was, it just made me think of her.

Somehow I was able to pull her halfway on top of me so her head would rest on my chest and her arm could gently wrap around me. How she didn't wake was a mystery to me, I just didn't question it and let myself fall asleep.







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After dreaming about her, I wake up and she's not even in my arms. Frustrated with her disappearance, I forced myself up out of bed to go search for her. I yawned, stretched, and scratched my stomach during on my downstairs.

The aroma of breakfast foods were lingering in the air, but for once, I wasn't focused on food. I found Charlotte in the living room, poorly folding freshly dried clothes. She took a swig of coffee from her mug, then focused on the clothes again. There was no telling how early she had gotten up to do this. I wouldn't be doing anything today, or for the rest of the week, but staying under house arrest with her. She took the blame for something that wasn't even completely her fault. I couldn't let her suffer alone.

I quietly took a seat behind her, pulling her in between my legs so I could wrap my arms around the lovely girl. "Good morning," I whispered in her ear.

Voluntarily, she leaned back into my chest, her body being so close to mine making my lips tug upward. "Good morning," she echoed. "Could you teach me how to properly fold?"

I softly laughed, reaching to the coffee table and picking up her mug. "Sure thing, New York." I stole a couple of sips of her coffee, which she pouted at me for, then I slid my hands down her arms until they rested on the top of her hands.

I let my chin lower onto her shoulder in concentration. She followed my lead on folding my shirt in front of her. We tucked the arms in and folded it perfectly in half. "And that's all there is to it." She set it aside and grabbed a pair of jeans which she knew how to fold. She turned around and shook my underwear tauntingly in my face. I bit her cheek in response to her, squeezing her tight to make her laugh in that way I like.

Before she could hide them, I grabbed a pair of her underwear and forced her to wear them on her head. She shoved me, starting one our scuffles that she never wins. I have to admit that if someone was ever to attack her, she would put up a heck of a fight, but I can always triumphantly pin her down in a blink of an eye.

"Say mercy, Char," I demanded. I had her legs, arms, and whole body pinned down underneath a my body. We were stretched out across the floor like a starfish, and I was actually getting pretty turned on by our predicament. It may have been me, but she was still a girl after all, a beautiful one at that. I couldn't control the sexual thoughts.

"Never," she hissed, struggling to break free. "Ugh! I hate you."

"Deal with it," I laughed. "Quit being a stubborn mule and say mercy."

She shook her head in refusal, narrowing her eyes in a sharp look of hatred. It was cute how she hated me for being stronger than her. When we were little, she always won because she was a little on the husky side and would sit on me. Now if she sat on me it wouldn't phase me at all.

"You can't win, New York. I'm stronger than you and you know it." I rested my forehead against hers, smiling as our noses pressed against one another's. Her eyes couldn't help but light up, even if she was trying to be angry with me. I could feel her breath fanning against my lips. For a split second I lowered my eyes to her mouth, studying the perfection that was her lips. Even if nothing else about her was perfect, those set of lips she had were.

I tore that out of my mind, forcing my eyes to look back up into her crystal blue pair. "Mercy." she finally whispered. I grinned in satisfaction before letting her go. The first thing she did was hit me as hard as she could. I hit her back but not even hard enough to kill a fly. "Jerk," she muttered under her breath, getting back to folding the laundry. I made it up to her by giving her a bear hug.

She laughed, shoving me off and throwing some clothes in my direction. "If you're going to bug me, at least help me get done with some of this work first."

I inclined, mostly because I owed her. I was going to make it up to her somehow, how was just the question I needed to figure out. There were many things Brant Young was amazing at, finding ways to apologize or make something up to Charlotte just wasn't one of those things. It just wasn't my strongest point.

Together, we neatly folded and stacked the clothes so they could be carried to their designated places. Before I could finish helping her, my mother came into the room. "Brant, you know Charlotte is under punishment..."

"But.."

Charlotte rested her hand on my cheek, one of her soft looks taking over her features that told me she admired me for wanting to help. Sometimes I hated her for looking at me like that. It was the look I could never rebel against. "Go on to breakfast," she urged. "I'll be okay."

I didn't want to leave her, I honestly didn't. She was stuck with all of this extra work because she was taking up for me. How could she be so stupid? I was going to leave, but I was also going to tell my mother the truth.

Hesitantly, I stood up to my feet, following my mother into the kitchen. Like always, my mother had a mouth watering breakfast prepared for us hard working people here. She always makes sure we're nicely fed before we go out, unless it's a market day and she needs to leave early, then it's every man for himself.

"I can't let her do this," I grumbled under my breath, remembering Charlotte. "Mom, everything wasn't Charlotte's fault, you know that right?" My mother nodded, peeping back into the living room for a moment. "Then why are you making her do this alone?"

My mother shot me a smile. I was even more confused after that, that was until she went on to explained what was happening in her sneaky brain. "I just think it's cute how she would pretty much do anything to keep you from getting into trouble. You sir, are not getting off easy. No lake, no riding, and no secret dates with Charlotte."

I shot her a look. "They're not dates, we just do friendly stuff because we're friends" I told her, making sure she got the picture that we were friends. My mother gave me a plate full of breakfast foods, a glass of orange juice, and a sullen look. She pushed me toward the doorway, shoving me inside the living room with another one of her confusing grins.

"She hasn't had breakfast!" she softly whispered.

I looked to Charlotte in the distance who was still folding away. This scheme of my mother's actually seemed harmless this time around. I swear sometimes I fear she's going to force me into a room with a half dressed Charlotte just to get the grandchildren she craves. I love my mother to death, she gave birth to me, it would only make sense if I did love her, it was just that sometimes she just seemed deranged.

Figuring it couldn't hurt to share breakfast with my best friend, I walked over to her, plopping down with the plate full of eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and toast. She didn't look my way, even when she got a whiff of the food that made her stomach ferociously growl in want.

Charlotte finally glance at me, her hands automatically reacting to her stomach's desires when she grabbed a piece of bacon on my plate. "You're a hypocrite," I told her, diving my fork into my eggs. "You're all save the animals and then eat animals like it's nothing."

I poked her cheek to get her attention. Carefully, I brought the eggs up to her lips, watching those perfect things part to accept the food into her mouth. She chewed it up, allowing me to eat a little before giving her another bite. "So the annual fair is coming up..."

"A fair?" she mumbled, pointing to the hash browns to let me know she wanted some.

"Yeah" I replied. "We started having a fair not too long after you left. Austin and I always enter the amateur bull riding contest hoping to win gold. It's next week so you're sentence will be up, and I'm thinking you're just the lucky charm I need in order to win this year."

Her eyes brightened at the thought of being my lucky charm. Who knows, maybe she would be. "There's another thing..." I spoke, softly clearing my throat afterwards. "They have this trail through the woods that they light up with these twinkling lights and things, it's kind of for couples..."

"Couples?" she echoed in a muffled voice thanks to the hash browns I stuffed inside her mouth.

"Yeah, never mind, it's stupid..." I muttered in embarrassment. I piled some food in my mouth, avoiding her eyes to save myself from anything even more awkward than I've got myself in.

What was I thinking? I can't walk with her down Lover's Lane, we're not lovers for one, and friends didn't do things like that. It seemed harmless at first, I figured the lights would remind her a little bit of New York so she didn't feel like she was giving everything up if she moved here. "No!!" she excitedly hissed, pinching my cheeks. "It's not stupid! I want to see!"

No matter how much the pinching hurt, I bared it since she was ecstatic about my idea. I still knew her like the back of my hand. "Okay then," I softly laughed. "We'll see the lights before the bull riding so you can pump me up for the win."

She squealed, hugging my neck and placing a kiss on my cheek. "You're the best Brant." I grinned at her, enjoying her appreciation. Nothing felt better than making her smile.

"Yeah, I am the best," I agreed. "Now get back to work."

She let her fingers run through my hair, softly continuing to do it when she found interest in the feel of it. "I don't wanna," she grumpily complained. I moved the plate off of my lap, placing it onto the coffee table to hold her on my lap instead.

She giggled when I laid on the floor, pulling her down on top of me. "I'm gonna help you," I told her while she continued to glide her fingers through my messy bed hair. "We'll do our chores and then I'm thinking we could talk to your dad about the move."

I know I probably sounded crazy wanting her to move here, to leave her only family member and friends behind, I just couldn't bare the thought of her not being here with me now that we're as close as we were when we were kids. She didn't seem to mind my desperation to get answers, she just smiled and agreed that we would talk to her father. I could hardly wait, I needed to know if this option was available.







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Charlotte held onto my hand, leading me toward my dad's eldest truck that hasn't been running in years. My dad and Phillip had crawled under it, trying their best to get her running again. Hopefully they will succeed.

Charlotte and I took our time getting to the cow barn from the horse barn. I was busy watching her hips swing and she was busying being nervous. It wasn't my fault that my eyes were glued to a side of her that was impossible to ignore, especially since she was wearing her favorite pair of cut off jean shorts that drew me in like a light in the darkest room. I blame hormones for making me look at her this way, even so, I was kind of glad I had them.

"Charlotte?" I said to her rear. I looked up when she tossed a glance over her shoulder. Slyly, I hooked my finger in her back belt loop, tugging her backwards into my arms. "Can we snuggle after this?"

She laughed, turning around to face me but walking backwards to continue toward her dad. "I think you mean cuddle."

I rolled my eyes. "No, I mean snuggle. Cuddling is for couples, it's why it starts with a 'C'. Snuggling is for single friends who know how to make snuggling not weird or make a big deal out of it."

She tossed her arms around me, giggling when I picked her up in my arms, tightly wrapping her attractive legs around my waist. "So do you and Austin snuggle?"

I smirked. "Of course," I joked with her. She waggled her brows, telling me that the picture of Austin and I shirtless, holding one another was definitely something she would like to see. "Are you saying we're hot?"

"Of course" she said with no hesitation. "Now I want to ride piggyback!"

I helped her onto my back, playfully grunting as if she weighed more than she did. "Do you have bricks in your pockets?" I laughed.

"No," she murmured. "Am I too heavy?"

I sadly smiled to myself when I heard the insecure tinge to her tone. "No," I replied. "I was only kidding, Char, I'm sorry." When she was like this, it killed me. Sometimes I wish that she could see that even when she was bigger the she was a beautiful person. I put her down when we were only a couple of yards from the truck my father and her father were working on.

"You know Charlotte..." I pulled her out in front of me, allowing my arms to encircle around her tiny waist. "Even though you're not big..." I tilted her chin up and smiled at her. "You still have that big heart of yours."

No matter how much she exercises, or how many calories she burned, her heart will always be a big block of pure gold. That's what made my Charlotte so special. Yes, she did get insecure from time to time, but I rather her be insecure than be one of those girls who think they're a freaking supermodel and flaunted it to every guy she seen. Charlotte had confidence, it was beautiful on her too, there was just something that would tug at her heart every now and then.

"You think I have a big heart?" Her eyes widened in admiration toward me. It was one of those cheesy compliments, yet it was insanely accurate with her.

"You do have one," I replied, quickly kissing her forehead. She blushed, quietly thanking me for my compliment. "Just don't ever ask me if a pair of pants or shorts make your butt look big, cause I can already tell you that they do, even sweatpants." She smacked my chest, giving a feign glare. "What?" I muttered. "It's not a bad thing Charlotte!" I yelled when she shook her head at me and pranced of. My eyes dropped passed her waist, a grin pulling on my lips when I tilted my head to see if she looked good even from this angle.

She did.

I let out a breath, quickly catching up so she couldn't ask without me there, though I highly doubt she would. "Philip!" I shouted.

He sat up without thinking, banging his head on a pipe somewhere underneath the truck. Charlotte and I winced, then cringed when he slid out across the grass, narrowing his eyes at me. "Daddy, are you okay?" Charlotte worriedly asked. She knelt down to him, her sincere concern making Phillip whine like a child when she demanded that he let her see.

"I'm fine," he groaned.

She kissed it for him anyway, even when he told her that he was a grown man and was perfectly alright. "Charlotte, leave the man some dignity for goodness sakes," I laughed.

"Watch it little ranger, I may be older since the last time I've been here, but I still have the strongest headlock."

With a smirk, I ruffled his hair. "I'm not six anymore old man...."

He yanked me down into his famous headlock without any kind of notice. Not only did I struggle in his hold, I made a fool out of myself in front of Charlotte trying to break free. She laughed, shaking her head at us. "I love you guys," Charlotte giggled.

My heart gave a deep thud at her words. It was like nothing else mattered but the fact that she cared for me more than I knew. She's told Austin that she loves him, I've just never heard it from her. "Why haven't you ever told me that before?" I asked her when her father finally let me go.

"What? That I love you?" she replied. I nodded in answer. "Brant, you freak out when your mother teases you about us being a couple, you would've had a heart attack if I ever told you in a non simple way."

I guess it was true. If she would've told me in any other way than how she just did, I probably would've blown up on her and hurt her feelings somehow. It was stupid that I couldn't even handle my own best friend telling me that she loved me. Girls are naturally affectionate, so it's not unusual for them to tell their friends that they love them. There was only one problem, I couldn't bring myself to say it back.

I quickly changed the subject. "Phillip," I started, resisting a laugh when I saw him rubbing the forming knot on his forehead. "Charlotte wants to move here, in your old home."

He stared at me, then at Charlotte. "I miss being here, daddy," she explained. "I miss riding here when I want, I miss the Young family, I even miss the smell. Can I move? Please? I'll never ask for anything ever again!"

I could tell it was killing him to look at her, seeing how much she was becoming like her mother must be tough. Lillian wanted to move back here, Phillip's dreams just came first for her. The first day Charlotte arrived, my dad and I discussed these things to and from the feed store. He mostly did it to calm my nerves on seeing her again. My dad knew that Charlotte would fall in love with this small town again. Just like how the country never left her mother, it stuck with Charlotte until fate returned her to it.

Now she was pleading with her father to let her stay and enjoy it, to bask in her dream of just being here. "Charlotte," he breathed out, bringing his hand up to her cheek. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

She gave kind of a nod and shrug. "We tell each other we love each other all the time. Why?" she quietly answered. He tugged her into his arms, tightly holding onto her in a way that made me stand to my feet and sneak away to give them some privacy. I circled around the truck to the side my father was lying under. He made room for me under the truck when I slid up under it with him. At first I was interested in the bolts my dad was loosening, that was until I heard Phillip explain himself to her.

"I never told your mother how much I loved her for moving to New York with me so I could become an actor. She loved it here, but as soon as I got my big break, it was like nothing was holding her back to help me achieve it. You and I both know she wasn't the same after we uprooted from here, and neither were you princess..."

I slid under the truck farther, realizing I didn't really know how the move impacted Charlotte. She told me she kept my letters, there just had to be more to it than that. "You missed Brant, you missed here. It was like everyday you were an emotionless robot, just like your mother. I bought you things to make you smile, and you did for a while, it just never lasted. Somewhere along the line I gave up, I didn't want to give you what meant most to you."

My whole body was halfway under the truck by the time he went to say his final words about it. "Just let me think about it some more, but if it's what you want, if it's what's going to make you happy, I'll do the best I can."

They hugged again. Charlotte made sure to tell him that she loved him. He stopped her when I assumed she went to stand to find me. "Charlotte," he whispered. "About Brant, you would tell me if you were sexually active right? I always told you when you were old enough that you needed to tell me so I knew you were being safe."

Charlotte softly laughed while I ran a hand down my face. "Dad, I'm not having sex with Brant. He's a good friend, we're extremely close, that's all." I sighed in relief, only to quietly chuckle when my dad pulled me out from under the truck. "Although dad.." I heard Charlotte add. I couldn't possibly miss what she was going to say! Overlooking my father who wasn't happy about my eavesdropping, I crawled under the truck again. "Brant has grown up to be quite the looker with his dark blue eyes and ravishing abs." Her words, not mine. I crawled further under truck to where she sat. The fitted shirt she was wearing had lifted in the back, showing off the skin that I just had to let my lips caress.

Her reaction of course was to reach back and feel what was touching her. I rested my hand in hers for a moment so she would know that it was me. "Speaking of Brant, he's also a jerk to me daddy, beat him up."

I bit her back in response, making her flinch slightly. She was wrong about me, I was only a jerk to her so technically I was only a Charlotte jerk instead of a regular one. "What does he do?" Phillip asked.

"He's mean! I haven't won a wrestling match yet! He could at least give me that one." I made a mental note to never let her win during our wrestling matches. Instead of hiding, I pushed myself out from under the truck and pulled her into a headlock that made her laugh.

"Don't listen to a word she says Phillip, she's mean to me first!"

She gasped, hitting me on my chest. "I am not! I'm an angel." I looked over to Phillip who agreed with his daughter. Of course he did. With a shake of my head, I stood to my feet. Charlotte tugged on my pant leg, extending her arms up as a way of telling me to carry her. I scoffed. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I turned and started toward the house. "Brant!" she cutely whined. "I'm sorry! Don't leave me!"

She ran to catch up, jumping onto my back so I would carry her. When she collided with my back, she knocked a laugh out of me as I quickly reacted by catching her. "Alright, beautiful," I said on our way toward the house. "I'll forgive you one more time." Who was I kidding? I'd forgive her as many times that she needed me to.

"Let's crawl back into our pajamas and watch a movie," she suggested. "Unless you have other plans."

Little did she know I was just as grounded as she was. "I thought we were going to snuggle," I pouted. I was actually looking forward to holding her close.

"We will, while watching a movie and munching on popcorn."

Sounded like a good plan to me. When we entered the house, we caught Avery talking on the phone with Jax. She was still in her pajamas, and as much as I hated it, my sister looked extremely happy while they set up another date. It's pretty bad that my fourteen year old sister was getting more dating experience in than me.

"Good morning, my lovely sister," I greeted, stopping by the phone to kiss her forehead. She giggled, pushing my face away so I would leave her alone. "Charlotte and I are going to watch a movie, you should invite Jax over..."

"But he has to wear his pajamas," Charlotte piped in.

Avery's eyes glittered at the fact that I said she should ask. The boy was growing on me, he's been nothing but good to her anyhow. "I'll ask."

I smiled, then continued upstairs so Charlotte and I could change. After dropping her off at her and Avery's room, I headed to my bedroom that her father had been staying in. When I stepped inside, I froze when I saw Jives laying across my bed in nothing but his boxer briefs, sipping on a glass of sweet tea through Avery's favorite crazy straw.

I was going to ask, then decided to just grab my sleep pants and leave. In a hurry, I rushed into Avery's room, completely forgetting that Charlotte was inside. "Brant!" she squeaked, her cheeks burning red in embarrassment while she clutched her night gown to her chest.

"Sorry, Charlotte," I said with an innocent grin. "It's not like I haven't seen you in a bikini before, quit being so dramatic."

She throw a pillow at me, clearly not happy about me intruding. "It's different you moron!"

The images of her almost naked body will forever be imprinted in my mind. She was wearing the most attractive baby blue lacy set that had brightened her shocked eyes when she saw me. Her once pale city girl skin was now a soft tan that looked excellent on her, and those legs, I had to focus on her face before I did something irrational.

"Why are you just standing there?" she continued ranting. I couldn't likely answer that I was thinking about how sexy she looked standing their trying to hide herself like the innocent girl she is, I actually couldn't speak a all.

She left me speechless. I unexpectedly started to stutter on my words. I had talked clearly a few moments ago. What the heck happened? "I..I..I'm.."

"What Brant? Spit it out! I'm catching a dang draft here."

I forced my eyes closed, hoping she got the hint as I slowly turned around. My stupid brain had betrayed me when I needed it most. I really was a moron. The only thing I could think of was strip my clothes and pull on my pajama pants. I'm pretty sure I was more embarrassed than her right now. "Brant? Are you okay? You're scaring me."

I peeked over my shoulder at her when her arms held me from behind. Her worried eyes forced, "I'm fine," out my lips to ease her mind. "I was just thinking that you look your best in blue."

"Oh," she softly murmured into my back, her cheeks filling with color again. She looked so perfect whenever she blushed. "Thank you. I'm sorry I was crabby. Forgive me one more time?"

Thankfully she was dressed in her night gown that wasn't a sexy one like the ones she has worn. This night gown was flattering still, it just screamed innocent virgin. That's not the signals I needed from her right now. Even though she was my best friend, it didn't change the fact that I have hormones in my body that liked the attention she gave me. It wasn't suppose to be this way, some things just happen.

The gown she had chosen was like a big t-shirt that fell a little bit past mid thigh. It was a light pink with angel in silver written across the chest. The pink made my eyes find her soft pink lips that was curved up into a beautiful smile. "I forgive you," I told her when my eyes were able to focus on hers again. "Forgive me for barging in?"

She cutely rolled her eyes. I already knew she had forgiven me, she couldn't help but to forgive me. My hands rested on her hips when she stepped into my arms. We weren't going to let something like this ruin us. So what if I saw her in her underwear and liked it, I'm sure plenty of guys would say the same if it happened to them.

"Come on," I hurried. "It's snuggle time."

With my hand locked on hers, I led her downstairs to the living room. Jax and Avery had taken over the couch with their cuddling, leaving Charlotte and I to try and work out some arrangement on the recliner. "What about popcorn?" Charlotte asked when I came back from retrieving a throw blanket from the hall closet.

"I'll go make some," I softly laughed.

She pulled the handle on the recliner, making it recline for her. I watched her settle down under the throw blanket and calm down before I headed to the kitchen and popped one popcorn bag at a time. How I became the host of this pajama party was a mystery to me. Charlotte wanted popcorn and I was sure Avery and Jax wanted some as well. What about drinks?

Charlotte probably wants tea, same for Avery and Jax. I can just drink from Charlotte's cup, so that's three cups of ice tea. "Need some help?"

I looked to Jax when he came strolling in. "Sure thing, kid. Can you fix three glasses of ice tea while I find some bowls for the popcorn?"

He nodded, already knowing which cabinet the cups were in and which shelf the sweet tea was on in the fridge. I searched the bottom cabinets until I found our two popcorn bowls that we have. When the microwave beeped, I switched the popcorn bags and dumped the popped corn into a bowl.

"I've got mine and Avery's" Jax announced, carrying away their two drinks and the freshly popped corn. I patiently waited by the microwave. On the kitchen island I saw the mail stacked onto the countertop. I grabbed the stack and flipped through it, reading past due stamped in red on every bill letter. What were we going to do?

I hid the letters in the drawer like how my parents failed to do. The last thing we needed was for Charlotte to catch wind of our crisis. She'd try her best to give us money, her and Phillip. We could resolve this on our own with a little bit more hard work. "What was that?"

My eyes found Charlotte who was leaning against the door frame that led into this room. There's no telling how long she had been standing there, but I knew she saw me hide the letters. She came in, pulling open the drawer. "Charlotte, it's none of your business."

She picked them up, frowning at each one when she looked at each cover of the envelope. "Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered, hurt.

"Because we don't want your money!" I hissed at her.

She gave me one of her sad looks. I ignored it, snatching the letters out of her hands and tossing them back into the drawer where they belonged. "That's not the point, Brant!" she suddenly yelled at me. My eyes widened at the fact that she has never really yelled at me before. Charlotte is the cool tempered one, she normally lets things go. Not this time. She was pissed at me.

"I'm your best friend!" she went on to shout. "If you don't want the money, fine! I'm a breathing human being you idiot! I can work too! I don't have to help by paying your way out, I can help with extra work too! I have hands, legs, and feet! I'm not incapable of doing labor!"

She was mad. I've never seen her so pissed before. Her face was a beet red, her light blue eyes becoming almost a dark grey while she glared up at me. I didn't like fighting with her, I especially didn't like it when she made me realize things I never considered. With her extra hands around here, she could help us make a lot of progress.

She sighed, her anger fading the longer she looked at me. It wasn't her responsibility to have to work as hard as us to pay the bills, she was a guest in our home. I let my forehead press against hers, the determination in her eyes scaring me half to death. There was no telling what she was going to do. I know her, I know that she was going to try her hardest at whatever she was going to do in order to help out. That was just her. I just didn't want her to work herself to death.














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AN:)

Yep, another Brant P.O.V! Sorry he seems like such a pervert in this chapter haha!

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Next question: What was Jives doing in Brant's room?

A. Sleeping?

B. Hanging out in his boxers drinking sweet tea through Avery's favorite crazy straw?

C. Lying in bed staring at the ceiling in deep thought?