Kicking and Nursing Potatoes
I laid my head on Brandon’s arm as I made myself comfortable on the bed of grass. We were both lying on the grass. Quite carefree if I may add.
Annoying pointy grass poked my back a few times, so I shuffled around to avoid them. Ugh.
“Stop moving around so much,” he mumbled. I continued what I was doing as if I didn’t hear.
After I made out with him, we called it even. I didn’t have to feel guilty about anything anymore.
Or so I say.
I groaned in frustration when another blade of grass pricked me. It was itchy. Brandon wrapped his free arm around me, holding me still. From afar, it looked like he was side-hugging me.
“Stop it, you worm,” he quipped. I scoffed at his not-so-pleasant remark.
“The grass is bothering me,” I complained.
“It’ll bother you more once it’s gone forever.”
“Don’t be a smart ass,” I punched his side. “You know what I mean.”
He snickered before moving closer to me, nuzzling in my hair. The contact made me stiffen a bit. It’s strange how it still affects me. “Well I’m comfortable as we are now.”
“Brandon.” I dulled my tone.
“What?” He asked, obviously concealing his amusement. “Would you prefer taking a nap in my bed instead?”
I looked up to meet the expected smirk. I wanted to stay mad at him, but my traitorous mouth twitched up into a smile. I knew pretty damn well what he meant.
“What do you mean nap,” I said flatly. “Lunch is almost over. We need to get back to class.”
He stretched his arms in the middle of my sentence and groaned, his eyes were closed the whole time. “Let’s skip.”
“What? No.” I replied as I tried to sit up and escape, but he continued holding me still. Now I’m trapped by a stubborn potato and with blades of grass raping my butt.
“Let’s go to my place.”
I stared at him, not at all amused. “Brandon.”
“I still can’t forgive you enough,” he sighed, pushing my head to his chest, making it harder for me to escape his potato grip.
“What?!” I complained, trying to push him away. “But you said - ”
“I’m not done with you yet.” He cut me off. Now I’m getting annoyed. Why is he acting so high and mighty now?!
I groaned loudly, my voice muffled because my mouth was stuck to his chest - which I wouldn’t complain about if he didn’t have his shirt on.
Erase. Brain, erase all that. Clear. Delete. Forget. Die.
“What do you want from me?” I said, a little hopelessly.
My head. No. Stop thinking about him shirtless. Aah.
“I wanna do something to you.” He replied, slowly.
My mind went blank, and then it got filled with all the not-so-pure thoughts in the world. Brain, stop that this instant.
He threw his leg over my body and then pulled me up to meet his face. I have to maintain a cool expression, like I’m not affected or anything.
Because I really am not affected. At all.
I’m just thinking weird stuff because I skipped lunch and am being tempted to skip class as well.
He narrowed his eyes as he stared at me. His eyes - it was so blue, so clear. So pretty. I can stare at them all day. His eyes are just - amazing, magical. It’s like he’s staring at me as if he knew all my secrets.
Would it make sense if I said I felt like drowning?
Because seriously, I can’t breathe.
He tucked my hair behind my ear again before resting his palm on my cheek. And then a questionable smirk formed on his face. Oh no. “You’re thinking about bed things, aren’t you?”
I don’t know if I blushed or if my eyes widened or if my jaw dropped - I have no idea. But the next thing I knew was...
...he was already a meter away, groaning in pain.
Oh God. I kicked him away! Literally!
“Brandon!” I exclaimed, crawling on the ground after him. Why did I just use the ever so special Mira Kick on him again?
I cautiously poked his shoulder as he continued wincing in pain. He was holding his crotch and I didn’t have to guess to know where I kicked him. Again.
“Sorry...” I almost cried. Seriously! I’m so stupid! “Oh gosh Brandon I’m sorry. It was a reflex.”
“You’ve been saying sorry a lot lately,” he said, his voice came out forced. He still managed to pull off a playful grin despite his wincing eyes though. “I like it, you admitting your fault. All that’s left is for you to admit you like me.”
My sympathy quickly melted away.
I stood up and sighed heavily and loudly enough for him to notice. He did, and gave me a questioning look.
“Alright, fine,” I said, looking at him. “Let’s skip. We’ll hang out at your place like you suggested.”
“Really?” He sounded surprised, but his voice was still strangled. Huh. Must’ve hurt a lot.
“Yup,” I popped the p. I grabbed his wrist unannounced and pulled him up with quick force. He let out a grunt from the surprise. I put his arm around my shoulder and carried his weight to his car.
I felt a wave of deja vu pass through me. This scene. Hah.
Brandon sighed as we were nearing the vehicle. Supporting him as he limped wasn’t much of a challenge actually. I’ve carried heavier bodies than this. Don’t ask.
I honestly don’t know why I changed my mind. I honestly don’t know why I don’t know a lot of things these past few weeks actually. Maybe I just wanted to hang out? Or maybe I was still feeling bad about myself, that’s why I’m doing what he wants. Or maybe I really am starting to -
Nope. Not considering that thought. I’m not even gonna think about it. Nuh-uh.
“This is so uncool of me,” Brandon grunted as I helped him up to his room. I sighed, amused.
“Since when were you ever cool?”
He gave me a look feigning hurt upon clutching his chest with his free hand. His other arm was wrapped around my shoulders. “Your words sting. Stingy potato.”
I rolled my eyes before I threw him, literally threw him on his bed. I bet he was just resisting the urge to start sobbing. I wouldn’t mind seeing that scene, frankly speaking.
“You got some ice in the freezer?”
“Don’t need it,” his voice sounded more strangled than earlier. He was barely sitting up or lying down or whatever it was he was doing on his bed. I think he was attempting to crawl, I don’t know.
“You need to put some ice on that,” I gestured to his crotch. “I’m sorry I kicked you okay? Let me at least help you.”
A meaningful grin spread on his pitiful face. Here we go. “You really wanna help ease the excruciating pain you’ve inflicted on me?”
I frowned at him while folding my arms against my chest. I know he was gonna make another innuendo but I’ll let it slide. He was hurt after all.
Brandon looked like he was concealing a few chuckles. I smiled at him innocently. “What do you want me to do?”
He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, his grin not wavering one bit. “Hmmm. Let’s see. We’re out of ice because Leo didn’t refill the ice-cube trays like he was supposed to, and I’m too lazy to think of other ways to get some. So let’s be economical. How ’bout you start soothing the inflicted area of my body?”
I had to stop myself from gaping at him. Of course he’d say that. This was Brandon we’re talking about. Something completely playful glinted from his eyes and I knew he was kidding around again.
He was always good at talking but then again, he was always weak when I actually do it to him. A playful idea sparked in my mind as well. Two can play in this game.
Before he can continue suggesting more stupid ideas, I sat on his bed and menacingly placed my hand on his leg. The left corner of my lip curled up into a smirk as he stared at me blankly.
“Umm...” He mumbled confused, shuffling over the bed. It was a failed attempt because he could barely even move in his condition.
I slowly, slowly slid my hand up his leg and bit my lip to stop myself from laughing like a psycho. I mean, he looked so nervous! It was such a nostalgic feeling to have the upper hand.
When my fingers reached his inner thigh and just an inch away from his crotch, he jumped and pulled a blanket over his whole body. I withdrew my hand and took a deep breath to calm down my laughter.
I feigned an innocent look. “What’s wrong potato sweetheart? You said you wanted me to soothe you?”
Pft. Yeah. If ‘soothe’ is one word for it.
Beet red travelled from his neck to his ears, and his eyes were looking everywhere but me. “Yeah, well, I just remembered we still had some ice in the freezer.”
I maintained my cool facade. I quickly went closer to him and grabbed his blanket. He panicked when I started tugging it. “I think it’d be better if I - ”
“Nope. Nope.” His voice was frantic as he held the blanket tighter. He swallowed hard and looked away again.
I couldn’t help myself. It was hilarious teasing him. I cracked a smile and neared my face to his, my hand finding it’s way to his leg again. He flinched. I pressed my lips on his ear and lowered my voice into something close to seductive. I’m still practicing the prestigious art. “What do you really need, Brandon? An ice-pack? Or a cold shower?”
“M-Maybe both...” He mumbled before slowly sinking on his bed and hiding in his blanket. I pulled away and burst into a fit of laughter. I can’t take it! It was too much! Too much!
I clapped my hands for no reason at all as I continued to laugh with all my might - I could barely feel my stomach.
“Just get the ice!” Brandon whined, sounding as embarrassed as I was amused. Oh God this was so fun. So, so fun.
I was still laughing like a maniac all the way to the freezer. I will never live this one down.
That’s what he gets for fooling around.
It’d been over two hours since I’ve been in his room. All I did was nurse him. Well, if you call changing his ice-pack every now and then nursing, that’s pretty much what I’ve been doing since I got here.
He was getting better. I think he was just feigning hurt again just so I can stay a bit longer. Well, I didn’t mind.
I sat on his chair and grinned at him sheepishly. Ohh my mind. He narrowed his eyes at me and that just pulled the trigger on my chuckles again.
“You know it seriously hurts since you kicked it, excited it, then practically killed it?”
I raised my hands in sarcastic surrender. “Hey, not my fault I’m too hot for you.”
“Yeah well.” He said, then stopped. I looked at him, waiting for his smart comeback. He pouted. “Yeah you’re right.”
My eyes shot open and I stood up from the seat. I was grinning too much my cheeks actually started to feel numb now. “Did I just hear right? Did you, Brandon Pierce actually admit I’m right? And that I’m hotter than you?”
“No,” he said, sounding stubborn yet clueless. Cute. I mean stupid. Yeah. “We’re different genders. We can’t compete in levels of hotness. If you were a dude, of course I’d be hotter than you.”
I raised both my brows. “Well if you were a chick, I’d be hotter than you.”
He was silent again for a few seconds. I snorted. “I hate it when you win in dumb arguments.”
“Only when you let me,” I laughed.
That marked the end of our fun debate. I flipped through the pages of his magazines out of boredom while he lied on his bed with the ice-pack still pressed on his crotch.
The silence wasn’t awkward. It was actually quite comfortable. It made me wonder again how Brandon and I became close. It’s still unbelievable.
“So,” he broke the silence. I glanced at his direction. “How’s Paige?”
“My mom?” I clarified. He nodded. “She’s fine.”
“Yeah, what does she do exactly, if you don’t mind me asking?” He sounded genuinely curious.
“She works in a bank. She’s the manager of a bank actually. Why?”
“Oh. Nothing. Just wanted to know what kind if woman raised a girl like you.”
I looked at him suspiciously, but I was smiling. Gosh, mouth, stop smiling too much. You already had your fill. “A girl like me?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged his shoulders as he placed the ice-pack on the bowl on his desk. Guess he was fine now. “I was expecting the mother of Mira Jadsen to be a Pro-wrestler or a Judo Master or something.”
I didn’t get if he was being serious or sarcastic but I laughed anyway. His sense of humor was questionable sometimes. “Well sorry to disappoint you, but my mother is normal. And if you’re asking where I got my slightly violent nature from...” I paused for a moment of suspense. “Ask our principal.”
Brandon stared at me for a few seconds as if letting that information sink into his brain. When it partially sunk in, he held his head. “Our principal? Principal Steele? Why, why him?”
Oh yeah. He doesn’t know about our relationship.
“He’s my uncle,” I replied easily. Before he could ask a frequently asked question, I already answered. “He was my dad’s cousin. I call him uncle out of respect.”
“Okay,” he said slowly, he was staring at his feet, probably surprised from the sudden revelation. “Then why’d you say your violent nature came from him?”
”Slightly violent,” I corrected. “He used to be an officer for the Navy. Retired early for personal reasons and taught me self-defense. And yes, I don’t hit people seriously for no reason at all. It’s all just natural reflexes and self-defense.”
He nodded his head unsurely. I personally don’t think this was a lot to take in. “What about your dad?”
I unconsciously creased my forehead and looked down when his image hit my memories. It wasn’t a pleasant one. Maybe there were pleasant ones when I was young and didn’t understand a thing, but he destroyed that precious memory when he left us years ago.
He cleared his throat awkwardly when my eyes shot back up at him. I didn’t realize I was quiet for a little while. He sent me a sympathetic smile while lowering his head like a guilty pup. “Sorry. I forgot he was already dead to you.”
I swatted an airy hand, attempting to act cool about it. “Nah. It’s okay. Do you wanna know about... My dad?”
I felt a bit disgusted. I shouldn’t even be calling him ‘dad’ anymore. I don’t know why I still do.
He gave me a look that said I didn’t have to if I wasn’t comfortable, but I just smiled at him. I wanted him to know. I felt like I didn’t have to keep any secrets from him, and I wanted him to know every little thing about me, just as much as I want to know everything about him.
It’s so weird, how I feel so open with him, aside from Leo and Nichole.
“Yeah, I want to know,” he mused, looking at me. His expression looked relieved, relaxed. Or maybe I was just describing it the way I want to see it.
I stood from my seat again and sat beside him on the bed, the mattress slowly sinking in my area causing him to shift closer to me - unintentionally maybe, but I’d like to believe otherwise.
“Okay then,” I breathed in. Time to let this thing out. “Listen well.”
A/N: Sorry for the late update! I know you guys still love me.
Trivia: I was about to write something else for this trivia but I changed my mind since I did something trivia-worthy just now.
Trivia #2: I’m a ninja when it comes to farting. Quick, silent and deadly.