6 week's had passed since the whole Braydon incident. I hadn't heard from Ava. I didn't care. Lilli and I hadn't really talked about what happened. We both didn't want to talk about it, so we didn't. The bruises that once covered a good majority of the right side of my body were now almost completely gone. All that was left were a couple yellow spots along my side. They were really hard to see from my tattoo covering them. Any stitches I had, had been taken out. My finger's were finally healed. I was fully functional...again.
As for the waitress thing, Tom wasn't able to fit me in so I guess you could say I had taken a 6 week vacation. I'm defiantly glad I decided to save money back, Because if I hadn't I'd be hurting for sure. Time to go job hunting.

I was still staying with Brian due to the fact Lilli was now living with Zacky, kinda leaving me screwed with the whole apartment situation. Don't get me wrong I knew it was going to happen eventually, so I was expecting it just not so soon. so either I need to find a new place or become Brian's room mate. Obviously I would rather have the second option but I haven't even brought up that idea to him.

I lately was always waking up with a smile on my face. Usually any free time Brian had he was spending it with me. I felt kinda bad seeing as I hadn't seen him with the guy's lately, but I also had pretty much been nothing but a bum lately. I would still rub around the block, or walk. Just keep up on being active since I hadn't been dancing. I had gone to the gym with Brian. That kinda helped, plus I didn't mind seeing him with a shirt off. I could honestly say the longer I spent time with him , I couldn't help but start to develop feeling's for him. Right now it was just like a crush....hardcore crush. Which would explain why I've been acting so weird around him.

*I very sleepily made my way to the kitchen, and poured my self a rather large cup of coffee. It was 5:30 am and I couldn't get to sleep no matter how long I laid in bed. Brian had givin me his bed. He had slept on the couch for the past 6 weeks. I felt bad. It was his bed and he was more than welcome to sleep in it but he wouldn't let me sleep on the couch. I mean we had slept in the same bed several times. Just sleeping nothing else, maybe cuddling but when ever I would bring it up he would change the subject.

I grabbed my cup full of coffee and walked out to the living room and giggled at the way Brian looked sprawled out on his couch. he only had on a pair of sweats. one of his muscular tattooed arm's dangled off the side of the couch resting on the floor. Pinkly rested, curled up in a ball on his back. I could honestly say Brian was perfect in every way. Even with his mouth hanging slightly open, sleeping practically all over his couch. I walked over and sat down on the floor in front of the couch. I grabbed the small ashtray from the end table and set it down in front of me and lite a cigarette. I sighed feeling my entire body relax,watching the smoke thin out as i exhaled.
"You know your hair smell's amazing". Brian said startling me. his voice raspy from sleep.
"creepy". I said with wide eye's taking another drag off my cigarette.
"Always". He said chuckling. "I see you've been using my smelly good stuff".
"Indeed I have". I smiled turning my body so I was leaning against the couch facing him.
"Can I hit that"? He asked motioning to my cigarette. I shook my head yes. He puckered his lips.
"Oh you want me to do all the work huh"? He shook his head, lip's still puckered. I giggled placing the cigarette between his lips. My fingers tingled as the brushed his lips. I couldn't help but lick my lips. I hoped he didn't notice, but he did.
"Well". He said grabbing the cigarette and proceeded to smoke the rest of it before saying another word. I knew I was blushing.
'Play this off'. I told my self.
"what was that reaction"? the cocky tone very evident in his voice.
"What reaction"?
"Mhmm". He said chuckling darkly. I just shook my head. good job playing it off, I guess.
I grabbed my coffee and took a drink almost spitting it out all over Brian's living room.
"What the hell"? I quickly spit it back in the cup and got up. I ran to the kitchen and poured the disgusting extremely bitter coffee down the drain and held my mouth.
"OW"! I said loudly trying not to gag in the process.
"You okay"? Brian asked walking into the kitchen. Then he started laughing at me. My mouth was hanging wide open as I tried to scrap the nasty taste off my tongue.
"What"?
"I don't think that will work". He said still laughing.
"It's nasty and it burnt the shit out of my tongue". I pouted walking over to his freezer and opened it, grabbed and ice cube and popped it into my mouth.
He shook his head. I stuck my bottom lip out.
"Meanie". The word sounded like mush from the ice in my mouth.
"I'll bite that lip and show you a real meanie". He threatened, not sounding threatening what so ever. I just stuck my bottom lip out farther.
"I warned you". He said lunging at me, pressing me into one of his kitchen counters, his hand's planted firmly on either side of me. My breath hitched. I swallowed the remainder of the ice cube in my mouth.
"Wow". I didn't know if he said it or if I did. I stared into those amazing chocolate brown orb's with our blinking. I couldn't. Now, What would happen?
"HARLOW"! I quickly sat up . My heart was racing. I looked around my room wondering who had called my name.
"Holy shit" I said running my finger's through my hair. What the hell"?
"BITCH"!I looked up to see Braydon running at me.
"NO"!*

My eye's shot open. My heart was racing. It felt like it was about to beat it's way out of my chest.
"Dammit". I sighed, feeling out of breath. I didn't know if my heart was going crazy from what happened before Braydon popped his ugly ass face into my dream or, well from Braydon.
"Hey, you alright"?
"AH"! I screamed feeling some one beside me.
"Hey...It's me...Damn you scare easy". It was Brian.
"Oh my god". I said with my hand over my mouth. "I'm sorry just kinda had an odd dream". take deep breath's. Good job at freaking out on him again.
"That's why I came in here. I could hear you from the living room". I was being loud?
"Oh....I'm sorry". I grabbed my phone and sighed after seeing the time. 3:54 am.
"It's fine. I wasn't a sleep. I actually just got back from hanging out with Matt and Zacky".
"how did that go"?
"Okay. I guess. Zacky wasn't really him self. He barely said anything all night". I turned to face him.
"Lilli wasn't there"? She usually goes every where with him. He flipped on the light.
"Nope. I think they might have got in a fight or something. I thought it was a little weird she didn't show up with him". He looked tired.
"She usually tells me when they get in fight".
"Who know". He said after yawning. "I don't ask anymore. Lilli kinda tore me a new one last time I tried to help".
"She has her moments".
"well I'd love to continue this conversation but I'm tired". he started towards the door. Say something dammit.
"Hey". He stopped and turned and looked at me. "You don't have to sleep on the couch if...you don't want".
"I..". I cut him off.
"You always change the subject when we start talking about this. It's your bed you know. we have slept in the same bed before". He stood in his door way, looking like he didn't know what to say. "It's not like were having sex or anything".
"But..". He stuttered.
"No but's, now get yours in here and sleep dammit". I laughed watching one of his eyebrows raise.
"Demanding much".