I Am Yours, Mr Chevalier!
The Part 125
Mia stood looking at Brandon who walked to and fro while smoking his cigarette violently. In his hand was a glass filled with a brownish yellow liquid that he occasionally gulped down. The night was getting late, but sayup - sayup still heard the sound of music stomping - snapping from inside the stadium.
"Brand ...," he called.
Brandon. Breathing out, relief seemed. But a moment later the man sat down, his face back grim. Raised both hands, resigned.
Mia stepped closer to Brandon and took a chair to sit beside him.
"Did I tell you that I love you?" Brandon chuckles.
"You've said it many times, haven't you?"
Brandon looked towards Mia. "Did I?"
Mia nodded. "I'm not stupid, Silly!"
Brandon chuckles. He reeled the rest of Bruichladdich in his glass. "Well, you got me (I got caught)."
Mia took a slow breath. "You know, it's weird. We're best friend, I have never thought you would fall in love with me. It's just . so weird, Brand, you know what I mean?"
"Yeah."
"I need time to process all this. Gosh, a lot of surprises this end. It's not a bad thing. But it's pretty complicated in my opinion."
Brandon smiled wryly. He grabbed a bottle of Bruichladdich is still left a little, fill the glass back and then thrust it on Mia. The girl grabbed the glass in Brandon's hand and then painstakingly gulped and swallowed the high-alcohol liquid.
"What are you talking about with Ben Chevalier?" brandon asked, without looking at Mia.
"Hmmm .. I don't have to answer that."
"Are you both officially girl friend boyfriend, you know, stuff like that?"
"Brand, please."
"Okay, okay." Brandon raised both his hands in surrender.
"I need time, Brand, I need time, Geez!" Mia gave the glass she was holding to Brandon. Then with both palms he scooped his face roughly.
"You know, Lamia, I'll say this to you once, so listen good." Brandon positioned his seat facing towards Mia.
"Look at me!" pinta Brandon cupped both of Mia's cheeks. "I'm, in love with you. And me, is a man who is willing to do anything to make you happy. You, just take as much time as you need. I'm sure one day you'll solidify your heart. You, will be here." Brandon patted his chest three times. "In my arms."
Mia was stunned to hear the words Brandon. He saw the face of a man who had been a friend and a person he always relied on in every difficulty. The corner of the girl's eyes condensed.
"Well, we should go to sleep now, my head feels heavy, damn!" meaning while chuckling, then stepped towards an empty tent.
"Come, Lamia!" he shouted at Mia who was still stuck in her chair.
Mia got up from her seat and approached Brandon. The man waved a cloth that functioned as a tent door.
"Good night, Lamia." Brandon kissed Mia's cheeks gently. Then he turned to the other tent where William and Bryan were asleep.
Mia got into the tent, laid her body on a soft inflatable mattress, then wrapped herself in a makeshift blanket she had brought from home.
His eyes were closed, but not his mind. The scene of his kiss with Ben on the bus is vividly reflected in his memory.
Yes, Ben.
Then the shadow of Brandon's face with my eyes that looked at him with all sorts of flavors mixed in there, now dancing in his mind. Her warm embrace, her sweet smile, and everything about her.
I'm sure one day you'll solidify your heart. You, will be here. In my arms.
Yes, Ben.
I'm sure one day you'll solidify your heart. You, will be here. In my arms.
Yes, Ben.
I'm sure one day you'll solidify your heart. You, will be here. In my arms.
"Aararghhh!"
Mia screamed loudly in order to expel the voices that alternately terrorized her brain. The girl held her dizzy head tightly.
"Lammy, you okay?" brandon asked from the tent next door.
"I'm fine!"
***
REBELLION STUDIO, TIME WARNER CENTER, MANHATTAN.
Ben was still struggling with his guitar in the music room filled with scattered cables and other equipment. Playing riffs - riffs of songs from the third album Rebellion which has been around three years more is not touched. Is a song called The Sun Kingdom Queen which he had written for Laras, who had not wanted to be heard or played, now Ben tried to dare to take it back little by little.
The door of the room made of open glass. Greg came up with two bottles of beer that had been opened. Ben stops his guitar playing and grabs a bottle in Greg's hand.
"I heard you play a song you buried a long time ago, Ben," he said, sitting cross-legged on the floor, aligning himself with Ben.
"Yeah, a little."
"What happened?"
Ben terbahak's. Then sip the beer bottle. "Trying to move on."
"Hmm." Greg murmured. "Is there something you want to tell me?" angled.
"Marr ...." Ben breathed slowly. Then scratch his head that was not itchy at all.
"What does this have to do with women?" press Greg.
"Hmmm . maybe."
Greg clucked. "Come on, tell me!"
"It's Lamia." Ben shook his head slowly. "I made her my girlfriend, am I crazy?"
"Pffh .. it's so predictable."
"yeah. I don't know."
"She sees to be a nice girl, Ben. Don't hurt him."
Ben is back. "I know" he said. "Do you think I'm too fast? I'm not even sure how I feel."
"Wow, you have to take responsibility for that, Ben."
Ben chuckles. "I think I can try it. She's lovely, right? Maybe it's easy to fall in love with her."
"This is bad, Ben. You're playing with a girl's heart."
Everything Greg said was true. Greg is the saneest of the Rebellion personnel. He can always analyze the problem properly. And he is also a good listener and solution giver.
Ben sipped his beer until there was not a drop left from the bottle.
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