forum Vacation Romance One-On-One (Closed)

Started July 26, 2018 by @Rvan group

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“You already did” she said bitterly. “Your little slut already told her to keep her distance but she can have a discussion with my fist if she dares come after her again.”

“My little-“ Brennan struggled for words. What had he done? She couldn’t possibly be talking about… “Do you mean Vanessa?”

“No I’m talking about the cleaning lady, yes I’m talking about Vanessa.” She rolled her eyes. She sat down on the bed beside her and turned to Jay again. “Did you become mute sweetheart?”

Jay made a sweet smile, “I’m quite enjoying the show, thank you very much. All though if you’d like for me to clear something up, just ask away.”
“Jay,” Brennan warned with narrowed eyes.
“Alright, alright,” His eyes fell on Madylin, “If you really believe that Brennan knows how to play someone, you’ve probably only known him for a day, oh wait…” He said with a mock surprise face, “Brennan actually likes Paris. He claims it’s because she ‘respects his space’,” Jay finished in a snobby voice. Brennan sent him a glare.

“Bullsh*t. My best friend is probably sitting in bed crying because of her.” Madylin narrowed her eyes at Brennan. “She just shattered my best friend after I had just gotten the glue to dry on her already broken pieces. She can’t go through this again Brennan. So help me god if she does it again I might knock her teeth down her throat. She’s fragile, she needs someone who’s going to be genuine and there for her. Not someone whos going to smile at her and pretends he wants to be with her and then end up being with some whore.”

“I’m not with Vanessa!” Brennan shouted in response, and then sucked in a breath after he realized he shouted. He tried to calm himself down and he kept going, quieter, “I know she’s- she can get kind of- I know she hangs on me all the time but I don’t welcome that. I don’t like her.”
“He’s doesn’t like her at all,” Jay added. He finally got up from his chair, seriousness suddenly covering his face, “and if you don’t believe that then, well, we aren’t really getting anywhere. This little visit of yours was pointless if all you came to do was shout lies at my friend and make him feel bad about himself for no f—king reason.”
Brennan pulled his friend’s shoulder back and sent him a look. He shouldn’t be so rude to her like that. Brennan sucked in another breath, “If- If I hurt Paris in any way and you want me to leave her alone, I will.”

“I don’t want you to leave her alone. That’s the last thing I want you to do.” She stood up and walked to the door, then paused and turned back to the door. “…I want you to fix this”. Her voice cracked and she left the room.

Paris got up when she heard the knock on the door.
“Where were you?” She asked Madylin when she opened the door.
“I Uh had to call my mom. She wanted to check on us.”
“Are they out for the day or something?”
“Yup” she walked in, tossed the towel on the floor and went to the bathroom.

Brennan looked hopelessly at Jay, “What was all that for?”
“You’re my friend. And I’m going to stick up for you because you’re to afraid to hurt someone’s feelings and shout,” Jay said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“You didn’t have to be so rude about it,” Brennan pointed out then rubbed his face with his hand, “I don’t even know what I did.”
“I’d just stay away if she’s so angry about nothing,” Jay muttered.
“No,” Brennan said, tugging his phone out of his pocket, “I don’t want to hurt Paris. Leaving her alone would probably make whatever I did worse.”
“But you didn’t do anything!” Jay exclaimed in frustration as he flopped back on the chair.
“It doesn’t matter,” Brennan mumbled as he looked at his text. He typed in his response and sent it: What happened? Also, what I did, I am SO sorry Paris. I really like you and I truly did want to hang out with you. I’m sorry

Paris sat down on the bed and felt her phone vibrate again. She read Brennan’s text and her eyes watered at the though of what happened earlier.
Vanessa got all worked up and said to stay away from her boyfriend, meaning you. You could have just told me you know. Would have saved us both from a lot of trouble. she typed back with a few spelling errors due to the fact that everything was blurry.
Madylin walked back out of the bathroom and saw her best friend.
“No. Put the phone down. We’re going to have fun tonight and he’s not going to ruin it again.” She put Paris’ phone on the nightstand and hugged her.
“There’s a beach party tonight. Don’t worry it’s not Vanessa’s. We’re going to look hot and shake our bootys till we drop.” Paris laughed into Madylins shoulder and pulled away.
“Fine. But i didn’t have anything to wear”
“I have just the thing” Madylin jumped up and ran over to the chester drawers.

Brennan’s eyes widened as he read the text. His fingers rapidly went over the keys to text back: Vanessa isn’t my girlfriend. At all. I don’t like her in any way, shape, or form. Can I call you? Brennan needed to talk to her. To tell her he wanted nothing to do with Vanessa. He sent the text just as Jay took the phone out of his fingers.
“Come on. It’s not worth it, Brennan. Let them think what they think, you shouldn’t have to explain yourself to them,” Jay told him, throwing his phone to the bed. Brennan sighed as he slid down in his chair, and Jay continued, “See? You’re just stressing yourself out.”

Paris heard her phone buzz but got a dress thrown in her face. Before she could look at it.
“Come on lets see!” Madylin said, already undressing to put her own dress on.
Paris stood up and put on the black dress.
“You look hot” Madylin said beside her in an olive green dress.
“Can I text him back please?” Paris said.
“Fine. But no more tears, and I’ll beat his sorry ss if he pulls that again.”
“Thanks mom” Paris laughed and walked over to her phone.
*sure seemed like she thinks she is. You can call me if you want. she replied then tossed her phone down on the bed and went to the mirror to do her makeup.

Brennan heard his phone buzz on his bed. His eyes met Jay’s right before they both lunged for the phone. Brennan got to it first by sheer luck. He started calling Paris and hoped she’d pick up. Jay crossed his arms and glared at him from the other side of the bed.

Paris answered the phone, catching a glare from Madylin as she stepping into the bathroom to take the call and start doing her make up.
“Hi”

“Paris, Paris, listen,” Brennan started, earning a glare from Jay, “I’m not dating Vanessa. I don't know why she would act like she did, but I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m so-“ Jay snatched the phone out of Brennan’s hand. Brennan went to grab it back, but Jay pushed him away.
He put the phone up to his ear and said, “Listen, if you and Madylin are just going to keep making my friend feel bad about something he didn’t even do, stop hanging around him. And next time, don’t send Madylin over here to spit lies,” Jay finished forcefully. Brennan looked at him, exasperated, as his buddy hung up.
“What was that for?!?” Brennan had a hard time keeping his voice below a shout.
“It’s for your own good.”
“But-“
“Brennan, stop,” Jay said, a pure order, as he put his hand on Brennan’s shoulder, “Brennan, come on. Madylin had just come in here without welcome to yell at us. You don’t need to say sorry to them. Let’s just forget them, and hang out here for the night.”
Brennan didn’t know what it was, maybe the strength in his voice or the words he used, but Brennan’s shoulders slouched and he released a heavy breath, “I just don’t want to be a villain.”
“You aren’t,” Jay told him, and they both sat down on Brennan’s bed. Brennan put his arm on his forehead, the night’s moments replaying over in his head. Despite Jay’s reassurances, Brennan still felt terrible about Paris.

“MADYLIN HOW COULD YOU?” Paris yelled from the bathroom.
“What did I do?”
“You ruined any chance I had with him. It was fine!” She stormed out of the bathroom to see Madylin straping up her heel onto her foot.
“What?”
“You went to their room and yelled at him didn’t you? You screwed me over! Go to the party alone. I’m not going. I need to be alone. And you need to get a grip and let me handle my own problems!”
Madylin stood up, both heels now on.
“I-I’m Sorry!”
“The hell you are. Now go to the damn party and leave!” Paris pointed to the door.
Madylin walked over to her purse, grabbed her phone, and a keycard and left. She knew she couldn’t stay and had to give Paris some space.

what am I going to do? How do I fix this?… I’m going to their room. I need to talk to them
Paris straightened out the little black dress she had on, pulled on a pair of sandals, grabbed her phone and a keycard and walked out the door. When she arrived at the door she hesitated then knocked, and ran a hand through her curls.

Brennan went to get up, but ushered a hand at him and got up instead, then he opened the door. Brennan shot upwards once he saw it was Paris.
Jay looked down at her and started, “What do you want?”
Brennan wanted to shake his friend. Paris didn’t do anything wrong. Brennan got to the door, but Jay still blocked him with a shoulder. Brennan managed a quiet, but not weak, word anyways, “You can come in if you want.”

Paris looked up at the boys.
“I’m not here to yell at you if that’s what your asking. I’m here for the opposite” she said crossing her arms over her chest, slowly realizing how low cut the dress was and how uncomfortable she felt under their gaze.

“Jay, get out of the way and let her in,” Brennan scolded, and his friend let up, retreating to his chair but keeping his eyes on Brennan and Paris. Now that Jay was sitting across the room, Brennan felt more self conscious of his still bare torso in front of Paris, cursing himself for not changing after swimming at the pool. He felt heat rise to his cheeks as he waited for what Paris had to say.

“I’m sorry. She shouldn’t have come here. I’m not sure what she said because” she paused and looked past Brennan to Jay “contrary to popular belief, I didn’t send her here. And I wouldn’t have sent her here for that” She looked back at Brennan who’s cheeks were now a shade of pink, but it made his eyes stand out.
Thats one pretty blue. I’ve never seen eyes that blue before she thought.

Brennan eyes widened a small fraction, “You’re- Your’re sorry? But I thought I did something and-“
“Well, then I’m sorry I spoke harshly on the phone,” The apology was slightly forced from him, and Brennan knew that Jay was doing it for him, and Brennan really did apreciate it, but Brennan stared at Paris in slight disbelief. She was apologizing for something she hadn’t done either. He studied her face for any insincerity. He found none, but… He became a little lost as he realized how pretty she was, the way her hair curled, her beautiful doe eyes, and the simple shape of her lips… Brennan brought himself back to reality when he realized Jay had kept talking, “And just know that I only said what I said because I thought you were just trying to make him feel bad.”

“Why would I want to do that? Madylin might have. But that’s because because she was trying to protect me. As I’m sure you’re doing for Brennan. And I’m sorry she said whatever she said. And that she came after you guys for something you didn’t do and had no control over. Vanessa’s crazy and it’s not your fault. I’m sorry.” She said bringing her hands up to her face.
why do I ramble? Why do I talk so much? I’m so friggen annoying! she thought.

“Don’t be. You did nothing wrong,” Brennan assured her as he slowly brought his hands to her forearms so he could tug her arms away from her face. He gave her a small smile, “Vanessa isn’t a good person because of what she did. I’ll tell her off next time I see her,” In truth, Brennan had always hoped to tell her off, but escecially after what happened, “She shouldn’t have been rude and I had no idea that she- that she’s been so rude. I’m sorry.”
Brennan let his hands drop to his sides. He was glad that she was okay. That he still had a chance with her. He smiled.

She let her hands drop to her sides. “Please stop saying you’re sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. And even if… if… if what Vanessa said was true you still wouldn’t have done anything wrong.” She paused. “I mean I’m glad it’s not but that’s besides the point” she mumbled.

Brennan released a small laugh as it all came believable. She truly didn’t fault him. He wanted to kiss her just for that. Brennan felt immense heat rise to his cheeks at the thought. He tried to shake the thought away and said, “Thank you, Paris. I’m happy you- I really like you Paris,” Brennan confessed shyly, looking at the ground rather than her reaction. Jay spared him by abrubtly coughing from his seat. Brennan felt more heat rise to his face.

(Payten, would you mind if little ol me posed an idea?)