don't.call.me.peanut-- [closed]

[Myranda]

When going to the Rosewood dance club, the ladies always wore fancy party amd cocktail dresses, and the men always wore jeans and a t-shirt. It's always been that way, and it will continue to be for a long time, I'm sure. So when I say that Brandon dressed in his spiffiest for the night, I mean he dressed in a white t-shirt with a mutli-colored statue of liberty on it and a pair of dark blue jeans that fit him well. He did his hair like he always did. It came out naturally with the little bit of spike on occasion; he towel-dried his hair and wherever it fell that's where it stayed.

He left the boy with his mother today. The day had been rather stressful, and he figured he'd dance it off at the club in which he hadn't been in a while. Everybody had seemed angry at him for something today; his boss yelled at him for not getting car parts in on time, his mom snapped at him for looking like he hadn't taken a shower in a few days (when in actuality, the grungy look came with the job), his dad yelled at him for asking to roll down the windows in the car, and Kyle was pissed off at him because he had promised to take her shopping for a dress for the dance and forgot. Maybe they all had good reasons to yell, or maybe not, but it sure was taking a toll on Brandon.

His mom and dad wanted to take Justin out for dinner at the country club tonight, being the great grandparents they are. Brandon took this opportunity to go down to the club and see a friend he hadn't seen in a while; Sean. Sean and Brandon were close senior year, but when they graduated they split. Typical friendship, though he was happy to be seeing the kid again. If he was still anything like he was in high school, the chances of him forgetting about Brandon and not showing up were somewhat high. Brandon was cool about it though and forgave him easily.

He sat, alone at a table built for two near the bar. He hadn't brought a date or amything, he was just waiting for Sean to show up. The music was beginning to give Brandon a headache, and he hoped Sean would at least call to tell him he forgot soon. But, he never did. So Brandon waited.

[Jenny]

[Myranda]

Brandon looked upfrom tqoddling his own thumbs in boredom too see the girl he had met at the beach the other day. "Oh, hey!" He said, forgetting all about the fact that he probably should have pretended to be angry at her. But that would have been too out of character, Brandon was never an angry person. He gave her a kind smile. To be honest, he had been thinking about her since she had left the beach that day. Not romantically or anything. There was just something interesting about her. Maybe it was her nerve to call him out on his lie.

She looked good tonight, a contrasting difference to her beach attire. "What are you doing here?" Brandon asked, immediately realizing how dumb of a question it was. She was here to drink and dance like everyone else here. Well, except for Brandon. He was here to get stood up by a guy. Brandon had always been kind of like that. He was a major pushover and rarely wore the pants. But, he was a genuinely good guy, so maybe girls didn't mind the whole slightly feminine side to him. After all, he was a dad now, without a girlto play mommy. He had to be both daddy and mommy all in one.

[Jenny]

[/i] didn't want to sit in that girls spot. She gave a small shrug at his question. "My friends kinda pulled me here," she laughed. "No fun for me," she shrugged. As much as she loved all her friends, she hated when they made her go to the club. She didn't find any fun in drinking or dancing with guys who only wanted one thing. "What about you?" she asked, not caring how stupid the question was.[/ul]

[Myranda]

Brandon nodded. "Oh, yeah, sure!" He said, motioning for her to sit. He was pretty sure by now Sean wasn't coming anyway. "Oh, you know," Brandon shrugged, "smokin' drugs." He held his serious face, wondering if she'd believe he was actually at a club to smoke drugs. He couldn't really find himself believing that her friends made her come. There had to have been some desire to drink and dance within her that got her to dress herself up and come to this place.

She certainly wasn't old enough to drink. She probably wasn't even old enough to get in, but she probably did because the guards thought she was cute. That was usually how it happened. The guards would let Kyle in while Brandon was forced to wait in line like everybody else; it pissed him off. One, he hated that guys felt attracted to his baby sister. And two, nobody likes waiting in lines. Brandon had ordered a water, and they had given it to him in a glass with ice in it and a skinny green straw- it looked like he was drinking vodka or some other clear alcoholic drink. He wondered why they didn't just give him the water bottle, but this was fine.

[Jenny]

[Myranda]

Brandon furrowed his briws and shook his head. "No! Smokin' drugs is all the rage nowadays." He said. "Besides, the giveaway should have ben the fact that I had all my teeth, not my terminology." He chuckled and took a sip of his water. "This is just watwr, I promise. Nothing alcoholic here." He hadn't had anything stronger than champagne since Justin was born. What kind of father drinks his own son's childhood away? Not a very good one, O can assure you.

Brandon wanted to he one of those dads that played ball in the backyard with his boy. He wanted to raise him up a Christian. Then, they could get really involved in the church and everybody would secrety know their story, but they wouldn't say anything because his sin would be forgiven and forgotten. Brandon wanted to be a Christian really badly, but he didn't know where to start. All he knew was that he felt guilty for his wrongdoings (even if they brought him the greatest joy of his life) and he knew God would forgive him. He could imagine it in his mind, standing face to face with God himself. He would apologize and God would give him a confused look and say, "What is it you did again?" As if he had already forgotten it. That would probably make Brandon's life complete, if he could just find the starting point.

[Jenny]

[Myranda]

Brandon nodded and took another sip of his water. He shrugged, "Oh, just waiting for my boyfriend to show up." This time should have been even funnier given his serious face, because there was no way for her to tell that he was or wasn't gay. He enjoyed messing with people; this girl in particular. After a moment of watching her expression, he paused and raised his eyebrow at her. "I'm kidding." He said, smiling a little. A man had to be really damn comfortable with his sexuality to admit jokingly to someone that he's gay, and let them believe it for a few moments.

It was refreshing to see her not drinking something alcoholic. Mst of the girls here were sixteen to nineteen years old and had already developed a tolerance to alcohol. Even Brandon, at nineteen years old, didn't have a tolerance to alcohol at all. His stomach was so weak he comited st the smell of alcohol. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but you know what I mean. It made him look healthier that he mostly only drank water and tea. It was delicious to him, plus it made it virtually impossible for him to get zits. It just didn't happen.

[Jenny]

[/i] her thoughts were cut short when her that he was just kidding. "Oh," she said, giving a nervous laugh. Right about now, she was feeling pretty stupid, but he seemed so serious she couldn't help but to believe it.

She leaned back in her seat and laid her hands in her lap. It was nice that he wasn't drinking alcohol. It meant that maybe he wasn't there just to find an easy girl. "So really, what are you here for if you not drinking or dancing?" she asked. If they were both there for pretty much no reason at all, what was the point stay and trying to hear each other over the loud music.[/ul]

[Myranda]

Brandon laughed, mostly at her. Her reaction was funny! She couldn't blame him. That one was good. He sighed, and place his hands faced down on the table. "I was supposed to meet a friend here, but he never showed up. I kinda figured he wouldn't, he's a very forgetful person." He told her, folding his napkin over and over again. "What about you?" He asked. "What would you call fun, if this isn't it?"

He wondered if she still thought Justin was his son. Which, he was, but he had been a big fat ass to her and made her feel stupid for thinking it. He had dug himself deeper into the lie that stated Justin was a brother and not his son. He wanted to come clean as soon as possible, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't make her mad like that, and without a doubt sue would get mad. Nobody is told the truth like that and just shrugs it off. When he did come clean, he'd have to seriously make up for it.

[Jenny]