Bedroom Talks
Brandon opened the door to his house and strolled back inside. The warmth instantly mending the thought of loosing his girlfriend.
He walked back up the wooden stair case and made his way into the hall.
He was just about to walk into his room when he was stopped by a voice.
"I thought you went to go get your stuff."
He turned to see Callie standing mid-exit of the bathroom. She had one hand against the wood and was wearing her pyjamas.
"I was." He replied back then continued to walk into his room. Callie frowned as he walked away from her so effortlessly.
He fell down and laid on his bed with his fingers gently rubbing his eyes.
"Was?" Callie continued as she entered his room like it was her own. Sometimes she thought it was. Almost like her and Brandon shared a room. He was completely respectful and understanding of her privacy and would always knock when he entered her room. But that was Brandon, Callie was different. She would barge into his room and play with his things and be all in his face about music and girls. It wasn't really a jealousy thing, frankly it was more of a best friend thing.
Brandon sighed as he heard her enter.
"You didn't go?" She added.
Brandon rolled his hands under his fingers then sat up quickly like he was frustrated.
"No, I went." He said sternly.
Callie looked at him waiting for him to answer.
"Court was there she, she broke up with me."
Callie tensed up almost with nerve.
"What? Why?"
Brandon looked at her for a second realising she seemed generally concerned and confused.
"Uh, she lost her job at the smoke house and she got offered one in LA, somewhere near there anyway." Brandon explained as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and laced his fingers together. "It's pay is really good so, so she left."
Brandon lowered his head and looked down at the ground.
Callie looked at him fall away and she felt a rush of sympathy and almost guilt.
She slowly strolled forward and sat down on his bed next to him.
"I'm sorry." She said in an almost whisper.
Brandon smiled gently. "It's alright."
Callie frowned as she tilted her head slightly an turned more into him.
He could feel her sympathy grabbing on to him like it was a disease.
He looked to her.
"No, really. I'm fine." He stated with enthusiasm and a random hand action.
Callie raised her eyebrows not really thinking he was simply fine and alright.
"I'm serious." He continued, this time with a little grin. "She's better off with out me anyway."
"Brandon." Callie replied back in protest.
He shook his head gently.
"What?" She questioned confused by him.
"Nothing." He shrugged still looking away and at the roof slightly. "I just-"
"Just what?" She interrupted feeling a sudden nerve and intense interest to what he was saying.
Brandon looked across to her and gave her an annoyed, friendly glare.
"I just,...its weird." He shrugged as s small giddy smirk began to spread across his face.
Callie, not only confused by what he meant but why he seemed happy frowned. "Why is it weird?"
"I don't know." He began knowing exactly what he was thinking. "It's my gir-, ex girlfriend."
Callie frowned as she could feel her lips start to move uncontrollably into a small unwanted smirk. Brandon's smile was definitely infectious.
"Why is that weird?" She chuckled softly.
Brandon looked at her than away and shrugged. He was almost shrugging.
"I don't know."
Callie adjusted her position on his bed, sitting more in the middle of it.
"We can talk about other people."
Brandon let out a little breath as a smile spread across his face again.
"no, I know."
Callie thinned her eyes suspiciously.
Brandon caught her glare then he too turned and adjusted his position on the bed, turning more into her and crossing one of his legs with the other still handing off the bed.
"Then what's the problem?" Callow said as she too turned and crossed her legs neatly sitting in the middle of his bed.
They both sat on his soft bed with there legs crossed and their both drawn to each other's eyes.
"We can talk about other people, Brandon." She continued with a smile.
Brandon shook his head and chuckled gently.
"What? Why are you laughing?"
He looked up at her and forced his lips into a pout trying to not to laugh.
"Seriously. You like just broke up with your girlfriend, where is this dark, moody Brandon at?"
"No, that was only with you." He corrected then regretted saying it instantly. His goofy, uncontrolled smirk just suddenly fell away.
Callow looked at him, first in shock that he would say that at all then to sadness and she remembered the struggle of seeing him everyday after they broke up, how every smile was like a run in their faces that they could never be together. She remembered the pain she felt, and the pain she caused him.
"Sorry." He breathed out looking at his bed sheets and scratching into the flannelette sheet with his nail.
Callie swallowed the mass in her throat that stopped her from moving.
"What are you gonna do with the house?" She asked as the happy, smiley atmosphere fell away.
"Uh, I think ...I think I'm gonna move in."
He looked up to her wanting to see how she would react. It wasn't anything big. She just stopped and looked at him for a few seconds then raised her eyebrows lightly.
"You are?"
"Yep. I think so anyway. I don't know, maybe this'll be a new start."
Callie shifted her eyes away from him and down to the wall.
She moved suddenly, adjusting her position on the bed by lifting her knees up and then scratched the back of her ear.
"This isn't...this isn't because of...me, right?"
He frowned intensely. "No, no not at all."
"Good." She felt relived as she could feel her normal breathing return.
"There's a nice open house that's just unoccupied. Why wouldn't you take it." He smiled gently.
Callie nodded slightly and gave a small smirk.
"And you can come by whenever."
He mumbled nervously more like it was plead then a simple statement.
"Yeah." She smiled and nodded.
Brandon smiled back then Callie's face dropped to a confused frown.
"Wait how are you suppose to pay rent? You don't even have a job?"
Brandon opened him mouth slightly. "Uh, yeah. I kinda bought it."
Callie frowned again. "Wait? How?"
"The money, uh, my Juilliard money."
Callie nearly choked.
"I never would've had enough to go anyway. A doubt like seven grand would've made a difference."
"Yeah but you are going." Callie added.
Brandon shook his head gently as he looked away. "I don't know."
Callie began to slide her legs back to the side of the bed. "Well you are so."
Brandon smiled gently as Callie stood up.
"Where are you going?" He asked sounding concerned and simply wanting her not to go.
She stopped and turned to him. "To bed. It's like ten thirty."
Brandon nodded not even realising how late it was.
"Ok, goodnight."
"Night." She replied then walked out of his room.
Brandon sat on his bed for a while and in no time at all he felt his eyes begin to fall when he simply just fell asleep.