Meeting Again

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

*BRANDON WALTER*

At last! Their gone, not that I don’t like my parents being here, I still have a mission. I still have to get Devon’s attention, not to mention that William likes her.

I called Devon that she can come now. After a week of having a no show I kind of want to see her now.

“Hey, you have to come here now.” I demanded.

“Yeah, I know. What do you want me to do fly my way there? Geez, such a brat.” She complained. 

“Hey I heard that.”

“You should be, cause I’m talking to you.”

“Whatever just come here.”

“Whatever.” She hangs up.

I’m waiting impatiently for her to arrive. I haven’t eaten my breakfast yet, I want her to prepare it for me. Yes, I am acting like a brat, but just to Devon, cause I know that she can’t resist me.

I heard the doorbell. My other maid went to open the door. But I stopped her.

“I will take it. You can have your day off now, go to the back door and make sure that she doesn’t see you.” I quickly instructed her. She nodded.

“Who is it?” I pretended as I made my way to door in my wheelchair.

“Duh? It’s me Jerk!” She said.

“Oh I didn’t know that you will come this early” I pretended not to be excited, but I think my excuse was lame.

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever, who woke me up early in the morning and demanding like a spoiled ten year old kid that I must come to him quickly or else he will die in hunger.?” She said with sarcasm.

“Fine, so just cook me some breakfast.”

“You really haven’t eaten yet?” Her eyebrow rose not believing what I said.

“Am, yeah? As you can see I’m alone here.” I lied.

“Where’s  Clai..” she stopped maybe she thought that it would be weird for her to know my mom’s name when ‘I supposedly not remember her’. “I mean your mom and dad?” She cleared it out.

“There gone like yesterday, and since then I haven’t eaten.” I pouted, I’m really hungry now.

“I know you have maids Walter.” She said, while pulling my wheelchair into the kitchen.

“Their gone, I don’t know why, I woke up this morning, I found out that no one is around, that’s why I called you out...” I found a lame excuse again, but I think it worked because she looked around the cabinets for food.

“Whatever. Do you want cereals or oatmeal?” She asked.

“Are you kidding me? I am so hungry right now that I can eat you alive. And then you’re going to offer an oatmeal and cereal? Com’on you must have something else in your mind right now.” I whined.

She rolled her eyes again. “Stop acting like a kid Walter, Fine, What do you want?”

“Give me your best shot.” She grinned at me. Ops, I think I just said something stupid, I forgot that Devon can’t cook…at all! When we were eight she made the most poisonous food the world could ever had, I had a bad stomach for like a week.

“Ok fine, just wait out there.” She said while wearing an apron, and rolled her sleeves to her elbows.

“Well…amm” I’m trying to stop her.

“Go” she pointed the other direction out of the kitchen. I just obediently do what she said, pulled myself out in ‘my’ kitchen.

I’m waiting impatiently in the living room, wondering what other kind of ‘food’ is she going to make when a smell came out from the kitchen. It smelled good that made my stomach growl now I’m super hungry. Maybe she’s already passed the stage of cooking poison and now she can actually cook food that can’t kill.

I was thinking of congratulating her when I heard a ‘BOOM!”. What was that, it came from the kitchen! Devon!

I hurriedly pulled myself to kitchen and finding Devon’s face in black, like she was hit by a storm of charcoal. Her hair has food on it, I think it’s egg and flour, her clothes are all messed up it has black, yellow, brown stains. I think she took off the apron, that made all the stains all over her clothes.

“What are you doing?” I asked in shock. The oven was like destroyed.

“Well…” She was trying to get a noodle out of her mouth. What food is she trying to cook? “My start was good, then I forgot the ingredients, so I just put something that I know people can eat...but I didn’t know that you can’t actually put just any Tupperware in the oven.” She threw me an innocent smile.

“Duh? Even a kid knows that information about the ovens.” I told her, giving her some tissue to clean her face.

“Yeah, well unfortunately, I am not one of those kids.” She said while wiping the so called ingredients from her face. I sigh. “I’m sorry okay, I’m not really the cook type.” She said.

“Yeah I know.” I mumbled. She looked at me.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, just go upstairs. Second room from your left, it’s my room. Clean up yourself, and find clothes that can fit you.” I instructed her.

She went upstairs, pouting her lips and stumping her feet. Who’s acting like a brat now? I faced the kitchen and it is a big mess, like world war three happened in here.

*DEVON MCKNIGHT*

I went upstairs to the second room from my left, Brandon’s room. I slowly opened it, thinking that it was all messy and stuff. Because the last time I went to his room, it was a battle field.

I was in shocked to see his room so tidy. Wow he sure changed a lot. I looked into his closet, okay correction a huge wardrobe. I saw many clothes there, as in many, shoes, jackets, casual wears and name all the brands, he has it. I took the smallest shirt that I could find.  But it’s still big for me.

I roam around his huge room, trying to find the bathroom, when I passed through a full length mirror. OH MY GOSH! I slapped my face. I looked so horrible, and Brandon has seen this?!

Finally I found the bathroom, it was huge, as well as the bathtub. This man sure is very rich. I put some scented liquid soap in the water, it smelled so relaxing. I soaked myself in it. After a while, I finished like thirty minutes later, it felt so good that I feel asleep.

I grabbed an obviously clean towel.  I searched for my clothes. I washed my undies, he even had a drier on his own bathroom. My clothes unfortunately were all ruined with the stains so just put it in my bag. I have no choice but to borrow Brandon’s clothes.

I put on his clothes, it smelled nice too. The length of his shirt is like a mini dress to me, so it’s pretty short.

I can’t find any underpants that can fit me so I’m just wearing a short that I gladly took because we were supposed to go to a swimming pool yesterday, but it was cancelled and I was tired to take it out in my bag. This morning I forgot to take it out too cause Brandon called me early in the morning that all I could take off are the bathing suits. The shorts are like buried under my bag. And it’s really short.

“Devon. Are you coming out or not?” Brandon shouted from downstairs.

“Yeah I’m coming” I shouted back.

I went down stairs. I feel so awkward wearing these clothes. As I made my way to the kitchen I smelled a nice scent. It’s food. It smelled so good that my stomach grumbled. I think I’m hungry too.

I peeked to the kitchen. Brandon is preparing the plates, I know it’s hard for him because his in a wheel chair. I chuckled at this scenario. I took out my cellphone, and secretly took pictures of him.

I grabbed the plates from his hands, He’s eyes are big when he saw what I was wearing; I blushed to see his reaction.

“Wow nice!” He grinned.

“Shut up, I can’t find anything else.” I said. I found disappointment in his eyes when he saw that I’m wearing shorts.

“It could have been better if you took off those shorts.” He said teasingly.

“What a perv.” I rolled my eyes and put the plates on the table. And to my surprise I saw a beautifully designed food on it. “Wow, you can cook?”

“I hope you like Italian, it’s called creamy Italian chicken,” He proudly said. “Let’s eat I’m starving.”

“Fine.” I sat in the table. I tasted the food, he looked at me waiting for my comment. “If you can cook this good, why did you let yourself starve and made me cook.” I raised my eyebrow.

“Well duh? I though you know how to cook. I didn’t know that you suck even in simple dishes.” I glared at him. I do not. But still continued eating.

We ate and I’m so full right now that Its hard for me to move.

I burped.

“Woah, slow down piggy.” I stared at him. He really has to work on his nicknames for me.

“Shut up, It’s an accident.” I tried to defend me self. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel ashamed, instead, I feel comfortable. Maybe because I already know him.

I pulled him out in the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Duh? I’m going to clean the mess that I have created. Satisfied?”

“Yup that’s a good idea.” He said then looked at the kitchen behind me. I looked back. I was a mess.

“Well I think I have to pay for the oven though.” I smiled, with puppy eyes. I know that oven is worth something.

“Nah, You don’t have to pay for it.” I felt my eyes shimmered when I heard that.

“Really?” I said excitingly.

“Yeah, you just have to pay with your body though.” He looked at me from head to toe. My legs are showing off. I blushed. “You kind of turning me on right now.” He smirked.

I  leaned down towards his height on the wheel chair. I threw him a flirty smile. “Really.” I said, I saw his eyes widen. Then I pressed his lap that connects to his cemented leg. I know that’s his weak point.

“OW!” he shouted.

“Serves you right.” I laughed.

“That hurts!” He said with agony.

“Now go away, I’m cleaning the kitchen, if you need me just shout, like what you always do.”

“I do not.”

“Like yeah you do. Like a baby.” Now I’m teasing him.

“Do not.” He still doesn’t give up.

“Fine you win.” I turned back to the kitchen and started cleaning.

After cleaning for who knows how long I’ve been there. I went to the living room to check why Brandon is so silent. I saw him sleeping in the couch. I went closer. I sat on the floor, now our faces are like super close.

Watching him while sleeping, he’s like an angel, with muscles and abs. His eye lashes are nice, his nose. His hair… I was still into it, when a strong force grabbed me. Now my butt is in the couch, from the floor, but my upper body is on top of Brandon’s.

He is smirking like a hot god from Olympus. “Who’s the p*****t now? What are you trying to do while I was sleeping?” He said with a big grin on his face.

“Let me go.” I was trying to free myself from his body. But he grabbed me closer. Where did he get his strength from?

“No can’t do baby.” He moved his body, now his on top of me, I swear I don’t know how he did it.

“What are you doing, you asshole!” I tried to punch him, but his hands are on my both wrists.

He just smirked and leaned his face to mine. He pressed his soft lips to mine. I need to get out of this situation before I could fall into his…I didn’t finished my thought because before I knew it, I was under his control.

I lost my strength, now his hands are cupped into my face. Kissing me gently. He’s taking his time. Now I felt his hands are running into my body. I can’t stop him. Why can’t I stop him?

Then the doorbell awakened my thoughts.

“Brandon...” I said, he‘s lips are still locked to mine. “Brandon Walter someone is here.” I manage to pull him away. He released a big sigh. I brush my hair with my fingers before leaving him to get the door.

That was close. I thought I could never escape from his…I touched my lips. I felt a smile was on it. Did I like it?

I didn’t answer the question when I saw the person who’s in front of me, looking at me with a full shock on the face.