give in to me (nevaeh)

[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

The entire ride back to his apartment, Brantley kept his hand over Nevaeh's. One hand was on the steering wheel, and one was placed gently on her thigh, stroking the back of her hand lightly. Every so often, he would cast a glance in her direction to make sure she was okay. Brantley usually didn't care what his 'dates' did except when they were actually in bed. He didn't know why he felt the need to make her so comfortable. Nevaeh was different...and Brantley liked it a lot. However, he did not like the fact that she was making him act strange. The way she made him feel was something he had never felt before. Could he actually be falling for her? Surely not..they had just met a few hours ago. Whatever the feeling was, he decided that he was just going to try and ignore it. He was almost positive that plan was going to be out the window as soon as he saw another one of her beautiful smiles.

As they neared his apartment complex, Brantley squeezed her hand a little and gave her a warm smile. A small trace of disbelief clouded his mind as he opened the door to his convertible and strode around to help her out of the car. His hand reached for the handle and pulled it open quickly. He found her small hand in an instant and gently pulled her out of the car straight into his arms. Brantley felt giddy, like a child, as he pressed his lips softly to hers. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he breathed in her fresh scent. His hand snaked around hers again as they made their way up the stairs and to the door. He fumbled with the keys lightly and offered a small, embarrassed laugh. What the hell was wrong with him? What happened to his casual smoothness? This was definitely not going as he had planned.

Brantley wrapped a strong arm around Nevaeh's waist and guided her to the couch. The living room was lavish and very modern. Black, leather sofas and a plasma screen television were the first thing one noticed upon entering. Little pieces of artwork and various books were scattered throughout in a decorative fashion. It was suprisingly neat, considering Brantley was a bachelor that lived alone. He liked to keep everything clean and pleasing to the eye. Everything was about appearances for him. With his arms still wrapped around her waist, Brantley slowly lowered Nevaeh onto the couch underneath him. They were completely reclined on the comfy leather loveseat, and Brantley was bursting with excitement. He locked his dark eyes onto her own and gave her a 'come and get me grin'.

Brantley lowered his face so that it was hovering directly over her flawless features. With a free hand, he reached towards her face and gently glided his knuckles across her cheek. A strand of loose hair was moved behind her ear with a soothing touch as he turned his head so that his mouth was near her ear. His lips grazed it softly as he spoke in a hushed tone, "God, you are so beautiful." He began to nibble on her ear slowly as his hands began to explore. Soft kisses were sporatically placed along her neck and jawline as he neared her mouth. Brantley cupped the back of her head as his lips searched for her own with a degree of intensity. His soft, full lips covered hers as Brantley let out a soft sigh. He was enjoying this way too much.

It felt like time had stopped altogether as Brantley was lost in a world with Nevaeh. His kisses became more passionate as he rolled her over so that he was now on bottom. Her light body rested gently on his larger one as he pulled away and looked into her eyes. She really was something else. Brantley felt like he could lay there all day and just stare at her. As much as he wanted to make love to her, he knew he would be content just being with her. That simple thought scared the hell out of Brantley. He wasn't supposed to want to be with someone for more than one night. This was all wrong. Brantley shook his head lightly and placed his palm on her cheek gently. His thumb moved across her forehead as he closed his eyes and tried to rid himself of certain thoughts. In one swift movement, Brantley had positioned Nevaeh to sit on the couch. He immediately moved himself across the room to the three seater and placed a hand to his head. He couldn't even bring himself to look at her. He was not supposed to be feeling these things for a woman. Especially not this woman. They didn't get along at all unless they were joking about a firetruck bed. As much as Brantley wanted to be with her, he knew it was for his own good if he wasn't.

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[nevaehwhitley]

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Nevaeh followed Brantley willingly to his car, where he soon was in the driver's seat and was headed to his place. The night was still young; she had arrived in Addison at three in the afternoon, and three hours had passed. It was dark outside, for the days were short and the nights were long. Six thirty-two was distinctly seen on the digital clock in the car. She wondered what time she would be home tomorrow... at this rate, she didn't think she'd be awake by even ten. She was drastically tired after the long, eventful day she had. The comforting hum of the car almost lulled her to sleep as Brantley softly laid a hand over hers, making her even more sleepy. She could feel his glance even with her closed eyelids as he 'checked' on her, almost acting as if she was going to jump out the window or something. Laughing in her mind, she closed her eyes. Everything was so peaceful and quiet. When Brantley gently squeezed her left hand, she almost jumped awake, a little dazed after her short doze. He smiled at her, Nevaeh involuntarily grinning back. She couldn't help it; he made her so happy for some reason. It was hard to believe that only two hours ago, she was arguing with him about spilling Coke all over him. This made her smile even more wide.

He got out of the car, opening her door when he reached the other side. He helped her out, wrapping her in his arms. It was still quite cold outside, but the body heat he gave off towards Nevaeh warmed her instantly. She was still a little sleepy, but the soft, gentle kiss he gave her woke her up on the spot. She agreeably kissed him back, pulling away as they headed for the door to the apartment complex. This was nothing like a one night stand--why was she so happy about it all? Maybe it was Brantley, maybe it was her mind messing with her; whatever it was, there was nothing she could do to stop the warm feeling she got whenever she was in his arms. Her smile never faded as he somehow got the keys in the lock and turned the handle, opening the door to a lavishly furnished apartment. You would've never guessed that this belonged to a guy, but sure enough, it was his. He definitely liked to keep it in order. Noting the cleanliness, Nevaeh bent down to unzip her riding boots, setting them by the door and throwing her fleece over them. A barn shirt and breeches--it was the perfect outfit for what exactly they were going to do. Figuring she wouldn't need the clothes until tomorrow, she pushed the thought aside and followed him to the love seat, where he lay her down underneath him.

Fully reclined, he stared into her eyes, Nevaeh almost melting under the pressure. She figured she would just accept the attention she got, even if it was for only a night, as sad as that was. For a minute, she was ready to leave and try not to get into this mess, but this soon changed. "God, you are so beautiful." He whispered into her ear, sending shivers through her body. She decided to leave the comment hanging as he nibbled on her ear, Nevaeh closing her eyes as she let her hands wander. Her jet black hair was splayed all around her as he kissed her along her jawline and neck. Soon, his soft lips met her own, Nevaeh happily returning the kisses. The moment was perfect; she wished it would never end. After a minute or two, he rolled her over, Nevaeh's light body relaxing over his own. The kiss lasted longer than it usually would have, surprising Nevaeh. Something wasn't right here. It wasn't a one night stand, at all. The word sex never even crossed her mind as the kiss became more passionate, sending her into a world with no faults or errors.

Brantley soon pulled away, leaving them staring at each other, speechless. The eighteen-year-old was overwhelmed with emotions, let alone thoughts. He was so beautiful, this was all so amazing... there wasn't a thing wrong with the whole picture, except for the fact that she might've been falling in love. He placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb running back and forth. There was a pause, Brantley almost seeming to be thinking really hard about something. She figured it wasn't a good thing as he swiftly set her down on the couch, moving over to the three seater. Horrible thoughts ran through Nevaeh's mind as she gracefully got up and sat by him, looking at the ground. "This is all wrong, isn't it?" Frowning, she let out a sigh and hoped that everything would end up all right, for once.

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[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

Brantley didn't even know what to think about the whole situation. Clearly this wasn't a one night stand. At least, for him it wasn't. He honestly couldn't believe the things he was feeling for Nevaeh. Every time he looked at her and drank in her lucious black hair, and those killer brown eyes, something inside of him melted. Her smile was enough to make him give up his player like ways any day, but Brantley knew better than this. No matter how stunning she was, he was not going to give his heart away. Commitment was something that Brantley had grown fearful of ever since he was just a little kid. When his parents died, he realized quickly after that nobody stays around for very long. He knew it was a crappy outlook, but no matter how hard he tried, there was nothing that would ever change his mind. Time passes, and people always change. No matter what.

Despite this determined mindset, Brantley was having an enormous struggle with the fact that Nevaeh was going right along with his advances. When she kissed him back, his heart soared and only made him want her even more. With every movement, their bodies were one and Brantley was terrified, yet excited at the same time. He could feel her hands wandering over his body, and he wanted her to touch him more. Brantley let his eyes wander over her body, taking in every last feature. Obviously, she was still clothed, but he didn't care. He wanted to remember everything about her at this moment. This girl was driving him crazy, but Brantley was loving ever single minute of it.

As he sat on the three seated couch across the living room, he wasn't suprised when Nevaeh came and sat down next to him. He heard the sigh escape from her lips and the words that followed felt like a bullet in his heart. "This is all wrong, isn't it?" All he could do was offer a slight nod, not even making eye contact. The pair sat, silent, for what seemed like an eternity. Brantley finally spoke, his voice rough, "I only do one night stands." If anyone knew how to take a romantic situation and totally ruin it, it was him. Just moments before, they had been acting in a fit of passion, but now Brantley couldn't even look at her. He knew he sounded like a jerk, but at this point he had to. If she wanted to be with him for one night then he would willingly oblige. Anything other than that, and he was out.

With a great amount of hesitation, Brantley stood and glanced to her face. His heart skipped a beat, but he quickly wiped the mushy look off his face and nodded towards his bedroom door. "I'll be in there." He prayed silently that she would follow him as he walked across the apartment to his room. He opened the door angrily and kicked his shoes across the way, not even bothering to put them away properly. He had ruined this. Now it felt so...forced. Almost like an obligation to make up for the wrongness of their earlier interactions. A tanned hand raised to his face as he wiped his eyes in frustration. He sighed as his body lowered onto the corner of his king sized bed in a sitting position. In one fluid movement, Brantley's shirt was in a pile on the floor and his abs and muscled chest were exposed. He grabbed the remote from his bedside table and pressed the power button only to find that a romantic song was playing over the speakers. He was an instant away from yelling a few choice words, but the fact that they were only a wall away from eachother stopped him. He breathed deeply as he calmed himself and laid with his back flat on the comfortable bed.

He half expected Nevaeh to just up and leave, but the other half of him hoped that she would join him and salvage what was left of their night together. He smiled lightly, imagining what she would say if he told her that he was afraid to fall in love. She'd probably make fun of him, but somehow that seemed okay in his mind. Brantley closed his eyes and silently willed her not to leave him. Even if he couldn't be with her for very long, he would take what he could get.

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[nevaehwhitley]

The female was speechless, her big, brown eyes losing the usual spark that inhabited them. Everything seemed so wrong, and there wasn't a thing Nevaeh could do about it. Her words hurt; she felt the pain the moment they came out of her lips. She suddenly regretted even speaking to Brantley, now that she knew the pain she would feel later on. What they were doing.. it just didn't work out that way. Did she really think everything was going to be okay, and they were going to have a happy life or something? Shaking her head slowly, Nevaeh closed her eyes, trying to clear these thoughts out of her head. Maybe everything would be okay, and it would all work out? She doubted it. The only thing that could fix all of this was a miracle. Nevaeh semmed to be feeling a little short on those, at the moment.

"I only do one night stands." He said roughly, scaring Nevaeh with just his tone of voice. He definitely seemed to mean it, too. The female took a deep breath, unsure of what to say. His attitude had changed, and now a more gruff look appeared on his features as he said his next words. "I'll be in there." He said, nodding towards the bedroom door. He got up from his sitting position next to her. She gave him a blank look, looking away as he left the living room. A few moments later, Nevaeh heard a few banging noises from the direction he had just gone to. With her luck, he probably had another girl over without telling Nevaeh. Rolling her eyes at the thought, she wondered what she was supposed to be feeling right now. Hatred? Sadness? Rejection? She felt completely oblivious as to what was happening right now. She absolutely hated that feeling. The only solution that came into her mind was to cry. And so she did; Nevaeh Whitley, the last girl you'd ever see get emotional, was sobbing on a boy's couch. She tried to reject the feeling feeling and wipe away the tears, but they just kept coming. Did she really think that there would be a happy ending to all of this? He was right--it was all just a one night stand, and nothing more. But what pained Nevah even more than all these realizations was the thought of having to do something about it.

Knowing she had to face him sometime, the headstrong female wiped the tears away the best she could without a mirror or makeup remover and moved her long, tangled hair out of her eyes, walking towards Brantley's bedroom. A deep breath in and out was all she had time for before she stepped through the doorway, being greeted by a shirtless, tired-looking Brantley. He made the pain in the pit of her stomach grow stronger as she walked in, avoiding to even look at him as she gently lay on the other side of the bed, her big brown eyes staring upward to the ceiling. For a minute or two she didn't say a word before finally speaking, her tones hushed and gentle. "I guess you don't have a fire truck bed after all." Her smile stayed absent, her gaze still towards the ceiling. She had needed something to say; it just so happened that it might lighten the mood, as well. She didn't expect him to even reply as she put her hands behind her head, still fully reclined. Another sigh, and she closed her eyes yet again, her brain daring her to fall asleep. Maybe she should just go home, there was nothing too important happening here. Giving the moment one more chance, she waited to hear at least something come out of his mouth. It didn't matter what; she just needed some encouragement that she was making the right choice by staying.

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[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

Brantley laid unmoving on the bed as he waited for Nevaeh to join him. He could hear her sobbing in the other room, but he couldn't make himself get up to go to her. He knew if he saw her in that state then he would beat himself up, because clearly it was all his fault. It tore him up inside the entire time she was in there. Brantley even went as far as to cover his ears with his hands so he couldn't hear her obvious pain. Nevaeh didn't seem like the type of girl to cry, but apparently he had that effect on her. It wasn't something he was used to. Girls never got too attached to him. They realized that he was a tool who uses women, and somehow they were okay with it. For the first time in his life, Brantley actually wished that he was a better person. If he wasn't so selfish then maybe this wouldn't be so hard.

A sigh of relief came from his body as he saw Nevaeh enter and lay down next to him on the bed. He turned his head slightly to get a look at her, and he immediately noticed the tear stains on her face. He could tell that she had attempted to wipe them away, but sure enough, there they were. Brantley squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to block it out, but he failed miserably and rolled on his side to face her completely. Her chocolate eyes were directed towards the ceiling, not even giving him a glance. "I guess you don't have a firetruck bed after all." This comment drew a small smile from Brantley, but he noticed that her features remained unreadable. A frown came across his features as he realized the reality of the situation. He wasn't even sure what he wanted anymore. Here she was, laying next to him on his bed, and he didn't even have the strength to make a move. Brantley feared that if he did anything it would just upset her even more.

Brantley was tired, and he knew Nevaeh was, too. He could tell that she was only seconds away from falling asleep as her eyes drifted closed. He closed the distance between them in an instant so that his stomach was touching her side. "Nevaeh..." A tender hand reached towards her face, but was just as quickly taken back. Brantley internally scolded himself and stood up. He undid the buckle to his belt and slid his pants down to the floor. He stepped out of them gingerly and climbed back into the bed, being mindful of the woman laying there. Brantley reached across the bed and scooped Nevaeh up into his arms. He used one arm to support her, and the other to pull back the comforter. He tossed a few pillows to the floor and tucked the dark haired beauty in his arms into the bed tenderly. He, too, climbed under the covers and pressed his almost naked body close to her fully clothed one. Her body heat felt good against him and Brantley sighed a deep, sad sigh. "I'm going to give you what you came for...and then we won't ever have to do this again..." The last words were practically choked out as Brantley struggled to keep his cool. He reached his arms out and pulled Nevaeh close, into his chest. Her head fit perfectly against him as he brushed her hair back with his fingers.

With one last look into her deep, dark eyes, Brantley lowered his face to hers and covered her lips with his own. He kissed her with a sense of urgency, as if he was trying to get it over with. It felt so wrong and so forced, but Brantley didn't care. She was his for a short time. He slid his hands down her back slowly and grabbed the hem of her shirt, never breaking away his lips from hers. The fabric felt light in his hands as he pulled it up and off of her body. Brantley tossed it onto the floor behind him and went for her bottoms now. He undid the button and zipper to her breeches, but let go after that allowing her to do the rest if she wanted to. His hands wandered across her back and along her sides as he kissed her even deeper than before. He pulled her closer, if that was even possible, and wrapped a bare leg around her waist, giving her no escape. His fingers were lost in her black waves of hair as they carressed the back of her head. Everything felt so wrong...but so right. Having Nevaeh in his arms felt like heaven. Even if it was all just a joke.

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[nevaehwhitley]

Her words lingered in the air as Nevaeh's eyes wandered arond the ceiling, using her ears and peripheral vision to determine what Brantley was doing. After a moment or two, he turned to face her, lying on his side. He gave a small smile, but his expression changed back to a frown when he studied her expressionless features. She couldn't do anything about it; she was feeling rotten and sleepy in the first place. She tried to hold back the anger that was now bubbling up inside of her, but soon Brantley had his body pressed up against hers. "Nevaeh..." was all he said, but Nevah knew better than to look at him. He moved a finger to her cheek, the female knowing well enough what he was going to do. Before Nevaeh could move away, he had stopped dead in his tracks, hopping off the bed and removing his pants before be climbed back in, wrapping her in his warm arms and diving under the covers. It almost felt right until he spoke, making her even more angry.

"I'm going to give you what you came for...and then we won't ever have to do this again..." The words stung bitterly; did she even want to do this anymore? Did she really want to even go there? No, and no. She had made up her mind to leave, but soon Brantley lowered his face to her lips, empowering her with urgent kisses. The voice inside her head told her to stop, but she half-heartedly kissed him back as the minutes went by, fresh tears rolling slowly down her cheeks. She was still indecisive as to the leaving question, but ignored it as he pulled off her shirt, unzipping and unbuttoning her breeches and leaving Nevaeh to take them off. She did just that, still only half-heartedly returning any gesture Brantley made. It was all starting to get to be too much when he had both hands tangled in her long hair, and he started moving his legs over hers.

Suddenly, everything was wrong; every little part of it. She wanted to go home and never see Brantley's beautiful features again, let alone think about them. Her body came to a halt, her small, muffled voice being heard. "Just.. stop. Please. I've had enough." She said this a few times, pushing him away. She was done. She didn't see the point in continuing, so she resisted the unconscious urge to do so and attempted to roll over, facing the other direction and tried to wipe the tears away. There were too many streaming down to count from the previous ten minutes, so she eventually gave up buried her face in a pillow that was still laying on the bed, covering her naked body with covers as she tried to at least take one good, deep breath. That feeling never came, and so she never removed her tear stained face from the pillow until she had enough courage to show her face and say a few words. "I'm done.. I'm done." With a sniffle, she flipped onto her back, taking a few breaths in attempt to get her bearings back.

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[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

Brantley could tell that Nevaeh was holding back, but that didn't stop him. He wrapped her even tighter in his arms as she kissed him back half heartedly. It wasn't until he noticed the tears flowing from her eyes onto his face that he let up a little bit. It pained him to see her tears falling, but she wasn't pulling away just yet. Brantley knew she would soon, and sure enough, just as his leg was about to wrap around her hip she spoke, her words muffled by his mouth. "Just...stop. Please. I've had enough." At first Brantley didn't register what she was saying. He kissed her even harder and only pulled back when she shoved him away and rolled over into a pillow. Brantley's handsome features were marred with pain and confusion. He listened to her cry into the pillow, and a shaky hand ran through his hair. He shook his head slowly and sat up, leaning against the wall behind the bed. This was a complete disaster. Brantley let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He closed them gently and leaned his head back, chin tipping up slightly. He sat like this until Nevaeh regained her courage and found her words, "I'm done...I'm done." It felt like a slap to the face. Brantley masked the pain in his features by rolling over, facing away from her. He didn't understand. She came here for a one night stand, yet she couldn't even handle that. What did she want from him?

After few minutes of drawn out silence, Brantley rolled over to face Nevaeh. "What do you want from me? Clearly it's not sex." Anger raged inside of him as he struggled to keep his cool. He didn't want to scare her, but he wanted some answers. He felt bad for making her cry in the first place, but he wasn't even sure what he did to cause those tears, either. Mixed emotions raced through his mind as he raised a hand to his face in frustration. He felt something for her...he felt anger at the situation...and anger at himself for screwing it up. He wanted to reach out to her and just hold her, but he couldn't make himself do it. Instead, he raised a tentative hand to her face and gently brushed away a few lingering tears on her cheeks. Brantley jerked his hand back and shifted to an upright position. He scooted backwards on the bed until he was almost over the edge. In one fluid movement, Brantley was off the bed and out the bedroom door towards the kitchen. He knew if he stayed in there too long he would end up yelling at her, and that would help nothing.

Brantley grabbed a glass from the cherry wood cabinets and filled it halfway with whiskey. He tipped his head back angrily and downed the liquid, a burning sensation quickly following in his throat. He knew drinking was never the answer, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He was a pretty mild drunk. He could be mean, but it was only his usual bad attitude heightened a bit. After the whiskey was gone, Brantley tossed the glass in the stainless steel sink with a loud clang. He winced at the noise and grabbed a bottle of advil from the medicine drawer. He quickly swallowed three and shook his head slowly. On the way to the living room, Brantley grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped the cap off. With a quick swig, he plopped onto the couch, clearly frustrated. He absentmindedly turned on the television, but he didn't plan on even watching it. It was mainly just a distraction. He knew Nevaeh would be leaving soon, and if he wanted to remain calm, he couldn't focus on that fact.

Brantley wasn't even sure if he wanted her to leave. Despite the fact that she was totally repulsed by him, he wanted her more than ever. Not that he would ever admit it, but Nevaeh actually made him seem happier. She could make him laugh, and that was something that he usually never did. His mood was lightened drastically when they were together, except for now. In a way, he thought it would be better if she just left, but part of him was still holding onto the wish that she would join him and they would work things out.

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[nevaehwhitley]

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Brantley resisted her request to stop, hanging on for the few moments that lingered. Soon enough, she had turned around, quietly sobbing into the pillow. When she had stated that she was done, he turned away, obviously annoyed with her stupid decisions. She knew she was way in over her head and just needed a breather. The night had brought her many places, but the most significant was the feeling of denial. She had reminded herself over and over again that the events that somewhat occurred tonight were just a one night stand, but here she was, the tears dripping down from her eyes and into the pillow beneath her. A moment later, she retreated to staring at the ceiling, trying to think everything through. The logical answer to everything was just to leave and go home, but something pulled her back and kept her lying in that bed.

The mixed emotions flooded her mind and body as she still stared, listening for movement next to her. Later than she expected, Brantley rolled over, speaking up. "What do you want from me? Clearly it's not sex." She could hear and see the slight hint of anger bubbling inside of him. Nevaeh sat up, her defensive nature kicked in, sending her angry words shooting like bullets. "Clearly, I want nothing to do with you." Instantly, she wished the words back, realizing what a mistake she made. She braced herself quickly for the reply, and was not ready for anything painful despite her angered body language. Her face turned from mad to solemn in an instant, her hands going straight to her face. Covering most of her features, she sat there for a moment, until Brantley slid off the bed and into the kitchen, where she heard the quiet swigging of a drink and the crash of the glass against the sink. More sounds went by, soon coming to the conclusion of a cap being popped off of a beer. Oh, God... this wasn't going to end well.

The anger slowly dripped off of her, the female quietly getting out of the bed and putting her clothes on. Once she had zipped and buttoned her breeches, Nevaeh stood for a moment, taking a deep breath and wiping the excess tears away. This is exactly what she had not bargained for. In the other room, she heard the TV turn on, assuming he was in the living room. It was a good opportunity to walk out, while he was occupied. Her feet padded against the carpet as she stepped out of the bedroom, peering into the living room to see what was going on. He was, in fact, watching TV; he just didn't seem interested. She walked to the door, ready to leave at any moment. Before she could pull on her first boot, she looked behind her towards Brantley, who was clearly as agitated as he was. She wanted things to work out between them, but who was she to make everything better? It wasn't like they were going to end up as the happiest couple in the world; that was too distant to even imagine.

Even though these thoughts bounced around in her mind, she gave up arguing with herself and grabbed her fleece, zipping it up before she walked over towards him. Gently sitting down on a different seat than he was, she bit her lip, thinking of what to say. I'm sorry? We should forgive and forget? They never registered in her mind, leaving her speechless as she played with a loose thread coming out of the sleeve of her fleece. Finally, she looked up at him, examining his sullen features. If only she could just make everything better... she knew that a joke wouldn't fix anything. All she could do was apologize.

"Look, I'm sorry I wasted your time tonight. I just wanted to say that I had fun, for what it was worth." Her quiet vocals stated, her chocolate eyes staring at the floor yet again. Was this really goodbye? Even though she'd only known Brantley for more than a couple hours, she felt like she'd grown up with him, like she knew him her entire life. The half-goodbye made her stomach feel sick as she sat there for a moment, taking in everything. This was not how she expected it to end, but there she was, sitting on his couch before the next day had even arrived. Another sigh, and she gracefully stood up, heading for the door to put on her boots. She looked at the back of his head yet again, hoping for anything or everything to happen. She wished it was as easy to do as it played out in her head.

Realizing she didn't have a ride back, she finished zipping up her boots, talking gently in his direction. "Do you mind giving me a ride to the barn?" Waiting for his reply, she fiddled with her boots some more, pulling them up a little farther and moving her toes around. The goodbye was getting harder the more and more she waited, but she knew she had to get home somehow.

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WHEN YOU'RE HAPPY
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[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

Nevaeh's words shot through Brantley like a knife. He winced as they escaped her lips and quickly recovered with a scoff. "I guess the feeling is mutual then." In truth, he did want her..but if she was so willing to reject him and write him off then he could do the same. He would never admit that he actually wanted to be with her. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him. Brantley noticed as he walked out of the room that her hands went straight to her face, as if she was expecting him to lash out or something. He sighed and shook his head, not even giving her a second glance. Like he would actually hurt her...he wanted to love her. Of course, not in the emotional way...right?

Brantley watched as Nevaeh slowly entered the living room, fully clothed, and began to put her boots on. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a frustrated laugh as she spoke tentatively, "Look, I'm sorry I wasted your time tonight. I just wanted to say that I had fun, for what it was worth." He stared at her in mock wonder, his jaw almost to the floor. Was she serious? If she had any fun tonight, then he sure as hell wasn't aware of when it could have possibly been. Ever since they had arrived at his apartment it had been nothing but disaster. He watched in disbelief as she began to finish pulling her boots on. So this was it? She was just going to leave and forget about him? He knew he wasn't going to forget about her...and what might have happened between them. Sure, he wasn't expecting them to fall in love and have a family, but he needed friends and someone that he could be himself around. Nevaeh was that person, and he figured it out in a few short hours.

Brantley watched as she finally was ready to walk out the door. It looked as if she momentarily forgot that he had drove her here. Sure enough, she turned back around and asked if he would give her a ride. Brantley shook his head and stood, an angry scowl enveloping his handsome features. "Are you kidding me, Nevaeh?" By this time he had made his way within a few feet of her. "You expect me to drive you home?" He reached out and grabbed the boot off of her foot, unzipping and throwing it across the room. It hit the wall with a thud and slid to the floor. "Why did you even come here? Clearly you want nothing to do with me..Why even go through the trouble. Are you that much of a tease?" He wanted to take the words back immediately, but it was already done. He shook with frustration and turned away from her, his back facing her. "How can you even say you had a good time? You didn't even give me a freaking chance. That's a load of shit." He quickly turned on his heel and got right in her face, sending her backwards onto the couch. Brantley ascended on top of her and in an urgent manner pressed his lips to hers. He unleashed his passion with violent kisses that were somehow gentle. His tongue caressed the inside of her mouth as his hands slipped under her shirt and along her sides and back. Brantley's lips moved rythmically over hers and he breathed in her scent. He pulled her body close and gently placed his muscled hand behind her head, not even caring whether or not she would reject him. His fingers tangled in her hair as he pressed her face even closer to his. His half naked body warmed immediately as it rubbed against her clothed one.

After what seemed like an eternity in Brantley's mind, he pulled back slowly, his lips lingering on hers for a few, brief seconds. A deep sigh emerged from within him as he sat back and quickly pulled himself off of her. He shook his head slowly, still reeling from the passionate kiss. With one last glance at her gorgeous face, Brantley stood up and sat back down across the room. He knew Nevaeh would be pissed at him, but at this point he didn't care. She was going to leave in a few minutes anyways. Brantley stood on shaky legs and grabbed his car keys off the coffee table. He tossed them on her lap and retrieved her boot from across the room. "Just take the car. I'll pick it up tomorrow." He couldn't stand the thought of being in the car alone with her right now. With that said, Brantley went back into his room and laid on the bed with a huff, facedown. He just wanted her to be gone so he could forget and move on.

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[nevaehwhitley]

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The female's sadness instantly turned to anger as he shot back his words, the fire inside of her stoking. If he was going to get all pissy, so was she. That was just how things worked with her - you say mean things, you get mean things back. As he walked out, she called after him, her voice showing the agitation that bubbled inside of her. "Great. I guess we've got the basics all figured out, then." A disgusted look came across Nevaeh's features, hidden behind a wall. Couldn't he just be more reasonable? She knew it was her fault this was all happening, but she would never admit that. It would be Brantley's one way ticket to load her with useless words and angered agreements. But, then again, was it the fear that was holding her back, or the lack of courage? Either way, she did not want to go there with him, right now.

Once she had emerged and had said her final, Brantley took her first statement the wrong way, sending a look of disbelief all over his features. Why was she so stupid as to saying that? It made her fists clench as he rambled off, starting with "Are you kidding me, Nevaeh?" and ending with "How can you even say you had a good time? You didn't even give me a freaking chance. That's a load of shit." She knew she was in for it at that point, which scared her to the point of her wanting to leave and run all the way home. She wanted to be in her own bedroom, sleeping dreamlessly rather than being reprimanded about her poor decisions that she knew she had fully committed. Her soft, gentle eyes turned into the opposite as she stared at him, furious at his choice of words. She thought about bolting, but she knew she'd have to carry the title as a coward for the rest of her life. Her conscience would never see the end of it, that was for sure.

Before she could even spat out a reply, he had pulled off her boot, sending her flying backward onto the couch. She felt the violent kisses on her lips, the feel of his warm hands under her shirt. For a minute, all she could think of was what the hell? This feeling soon rubbed off as he became more passionate, Nevaeh lying there like a log in surprise. She had been jumped a couple of times, but she had always had the strength to fight back. This time around, there was not an ounce of fight left in her to stand up. It angered her, sending eyebrows downwards as her lips moved slightly, just enough to actually be kissing him back. She knew he was angry, too, which forced Nevaeh to almost collapse under his extensive strength. She almost believed that he would go all the way with this, but surprised herself as he pulled away slowly, his warm lips lingering over hers for a moment or two. God, was he enticing.

As he sat down across the room from her, Nevaeh sat up, the anger vanishing as she did so. She had no idea what to think of any of this, but remembered Brantley's words about her being a tease. Well, she was; there was no mistaking that. The only thing that kept her not wanting to belief this was the gut feeling that she, yet again, made the wrong decision. Setting her jaw, Nevaeh tried to focus on the situation at hand, but her mind was still stunned from the events that had just occurred. It took her a minute, but she soon faced Brantley, ready to speak up, only to watch him walk out. Her eyes followed him as he grabbed the car keys, throwing them with perfect aim onto her lap. He gave her directions on what to do, and Nevaeh nodded slowly in reply, not even looking at him. Suddenly, she didn't want to leave; there were so many unspoken words that she needed to tell him, yet couldn't. She didn't even stand up, but watched him as he walked back into the bedroom, saying her final words he stepped into the room.

"Maybe I did have a fun time. But that was probably before you decided that this was all too much for you to handle, big shot." She spoke, referring to the first moments they had had together in this apartment. For a second, she thought he was going to laugh, but reality came crashing down and reminded her that this was no joke. She was angry, he was angry; nothing was going to work out. With this all situated in her mind, Nevaeh had more courage to walk to the door, zipping up her remaining boot as she turned the knob, keys in the other hand. Before she pulled open the door, she hesitated, reminding herself that this was it; she would most likely never see him again. And if she did, well, it would be crazy embarrassing. Trying to ignore the little voice inside of her head, she opened the door, stepping through as she turned around, taking a second to convince herself to close it. Once she had accomplished the feat, she praised herself, glad that that part was over with. Now she had to remember where his car was parked and what exactly it looked like.

It had been dark out, previously, so she really couldn't tell what the car had looked like. Plus, she had been halfway-asleep the ride over, which made her even more confused as to where or what it was. She couldn't go ask Brantley, that would be incredibly stupid. What she could do was use all of her brain power to remember. It seemed like the only answer to her issues. Remembering back to an earlier part of the day, the answer as to where it was located rushed into her head, Nevaeh's photographic memory coming in handy. Once she had unlocked and opened the driver's seat, she was swallowed by the scent of Brantley in his car. The scent was so powerful, she almost felt like he was right next to her, holding her hand like he had earlier. Ridding her head of that thought, she focused on putting the keys in the ignition and starting the engine. Why was she being so hesitant as to driving to the barn? Was it the fact that she was leaving Brantley, right then and there? Or was it her courage again? Closing her eyes, she sat there, the hum of the engine comforting as she rested both hands on the wheel, letting another deep breath go in and out. Just press the freaking pedal, she told herself, but she couldn't find the strength to do it. Something was pulling her back into that apartment, back into that bedroom, but Nevaeh resisted. She had already given him one too many chances, and realized that she had ruined most of them herself.

Nevaeh felt like shit; she couldn't even believe how much of an asshole she was acting like. A cowardly, ridiculous, insane asshole. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she looked down at her hands, completely unsure of what to do. She could either go in there and admit that she was acting like a bitch, or drive away, in his car, and never see him again. Neither solutions seemed worthy, so so all she could do was just sit there and wait. After a minute's thinking, a light bulb popped in her head. She had not found a solution, but a reason.

Could she somehow, in any way possible, just be flat out afraid to fall in love?

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[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

As his lips enveloped her in a moment of insanity on his part, he could feel Nevaeh give in slightly. So slight, in fact, that he wasn't even sure if it was real or not. Brantley hoped that she would come back at him with just as much force, but when he pulled away slowly, much to his displeasure, she didn't. Thoughts filled with anger and frustration filled his mind as he grabbed the keys and her boot. Something a little like disappointment flashed across his features as she spoke to him in a biting tone, "Maybe I did have a fun time. But that was probably before you decided that this was all too much for you to handle, big shot." He paused slightly in the doorway of his bedroom, but quickly entered and took the beaten position on his bed. He muttered into the bed angrily words that she could not hear. Most of them curse words, but a single sentence filled the air as he lifted his head slightly. "You're the one who said this was all wrong." He knew she couldn't hear him, but somehow it felt good to say it out loud for his own ears. It made him feel better knowing that maybe this wasn't totally his fault. She was to blame, too. He tried to give her what she wanted, but clearly he misinterpreted her intentions. That was the one thing that Brantley could not figure out. Why did she even come here in the first place? If she was looking for a one night stand, Brantley had been more than willing to oblige. In Brantley's mind, she didn't seem like the kind of woman to want more than that...She was gorgeous, and she knew it. Not a good combination for mankind. They were selfish beings that would flaunt themselves at any given chance. Brantley and Nevaeh were alike in that way, almost too alike. Between that and their extreme stubborness, they could never go anywhere even if they wanted to. At least, that's what Brantley told himself as he heard the front door close, signaling her leaving.

Brantley listened intently, focusing so he could hear the sound of his Charger as it came to life. After a couple of minutes, when he didn't hear the noise, a prick of panic shot through his mind. Had she been attacked? Was she laying outside his apartment half dead? Brantley knew it was all his fault as he catapulted from the bed and raced to the front door. He slipped on the welcome rug and stumbled to the ground before flinging the door open, turning on the porch light. His eyes found his car in a quick movement, and he sighed in relief when he saw Nevaeh sitting inside, unmoving. His breathing was ragged as he leaned on the frame of the door, staring out into the night at the occupied car. His body told him to run to the sports car and sling open the door, but his mind told him to stay put. Brantley usually was one to follow instincts, so he wasn't suprised when his legs propelled him forward along the sidewalk. He mentally pictured himself opening the door and leading her out of the car, back to his room. However, once Brantley reached halfway, something inside of him stopped. It felt like a wall had risen in front of him, and he couldn't take another step. This wasn't what he wanted. Brantley didn't chase after girls. It wasn't like him to want one girl so bad. Sure, he viewed girls as a game and wanted them all the time, but never like this. He felt like a piece of him left, too, whenever she shut the door and walked out. It was a feeling he could go the rest of his life without ever experiencing again.

Once he realized that it was a lost cause, Brantley slowly walked back into the apartment and retreated to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He slipped on some baggy sweats and went back into the living room. Brantley peaked out the window hopefully and sighed when all he saw was darkness. He propped open the front door slowly and leaned against the frame tiredly, worn out from all the drama. The crisp air felt cool against his shirtless body as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Well, at least now he didn't have to worry about impressing some stupid girl. Brantley ran a hand through his hair and stared out into the darkness, trying to forget.

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[nevaehwhitley]

-----is it right
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Nevaeh felt as if she was shut out from the world, sitting in his car with her hands folded in her lap. Tonight had been a lost cause, but somehow she didn't regret it. Brantley was fun to be around and incredibly attractive, but maybe he just wasn't the right pick for tonight. Hardly believing what she was thinking, the female rested her head in her hand, leaning against the inside of the door. Did she really think that? Never in a million years would she ever have thought that ten minutes ago. Letting out a much-needed sigh, Nevaeh suddenly heard footsteps outside, scaring the living shit out of her. Could it be.. Brantley? Her heart leaped at the sight of his face, giving her that warm fuzzy feeling inside. The feeling only lasted a minute, though, for she watched him leave just as quickly as he had come. At that moment, she fully realized the outcome of this all; there were no second chances. Despite the logical thinking, her insticts still told her to just see him one last time; one last word: goodbye. It was the last thing she wanted to say, let alone think about saying. She knew it was the right thing to do, nevertheless. With her courage plucked up from his own appearance just minutes ago, she bravely opened the car door, closing it behind her as she walked up the sidewalk, unprepared for whatever was going to happen.

Once she had gotten close enough, Nevaeh noticed a figure standing in the doorway, shirtless and handsome. Once she realized that it was, in fact, Brantley, the female had to muster up every little bit of perserverence she had to approach him, her long, jet black hair blowing slowly in the surrounding wind. Her heart started to race, her breathing quickened, and her stomach fluttered as she stood before him, just as astonished as he might be with herself. Another deep breath passed as she half-smiled at him, hoping to lighten the mood. Quickly thinking of what to do, she spoke, the words hushed and gentle. "I almost forgot to say goodbye." Suddenly, her body pulled her towards him, closer and closer. Soon her chilled body was touching his, and next her lips were touching his own, sending the butterflies going crazy in the pit of her stomach. The kiss was gentle, comforting, and longer than she had intended it to be. After what seemed like forever, the female pulled away, leaving her hand lightly covering his before releasing, raising a hand in goodbye as she turned to leav. A smile wasn't even worth the occasion; it seemed more like a funeral than anything. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before turning around completely to face the sports car.

As tired and sad as she was, she found her way to the driver's seat and climbed in, not daring to even glance back at Brantley. The pained look on her face had given all of her emotions away, leaving her with nothing left to hide. She liked it better that way; less lies, less anger. This time around, she purposefully accelerated the car into the street, unknowing as to where the barn was located. After ten minutes of driving around, she finally found her way, taking another ten minutes to get to her destination. The whole drive, her thoughts were on Brantley and the previous night. Coming to the conclusion that that was the last thing she wanted to think about, she unsuccessfully forgot about it, returning her focus on getting home once she pulled into the driveway, parking Brantley's car right next to her own. Nevaeh cut the engine, reflexes a little too slow to open the door and climb out. She felt her eyelids close, forcing them to open more than once. Her hand was on the handle, but her mind wasn't in the game. Soon enough, she was fast asleep, the sweet smell of Brantley enveloping her as she drifted in and out of sleep.

She was dreaming--a beautiful, calming dream. She was in a world with just happiness, truthfulness, and Brantley.

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