the night seeped through the windows, stars illuminating the sky, and a familiar someone’s car rested in your driveway unannounced. Brando perked up the minute he heard the gate creaking open, leaning up from the side of his car.

You had to be subtle, considering your father was still inside, causing some proximity for the two of you. And for some odd reason, brando’s gaze stayed at you despite the fact you were trying to hand him something. He gave you the money quicker than intended, as if he were desperate for something.

a shaky breath pushed past brando’s lips as you met his gaze, he didn’t know what was happening to him, he felt wrong, but it felt so right. And without warning, he pressed his lips against yours, gently at first in case you push him off, but he was still desperate. Maybe it was an effect of the smoking, because after all, he’d bully you every day he’d get.

but deep down, brando knew what he wanted, and that what, was you. He couldn’t take it anymore, and it seemed to be going smoothly considering the fact you didn’t pull away from him, or slap him or something as expected. But, eventually you pulled away for air, “i-…” he paused, blinking a moment to regain his composure

“i don’t know what’s wrong with me.”