Brandon
He is groaning, maybe in discomfort or pain. I fed my ankle from his grasp, trying to turn the person on his back. Damn, this guy is big. It took all my strength and power to turn this human being on his back, lying on the floor, groaning helplessly. I placed his head on my lap for support, tapping his cheeks a few times. “Brandon, you okay?”
He groans loudly, hiding his face in my lap. I looked at the body and checked for any signs of wounds or something, but thank God, nothing. Brandon looks fine. Maybe he was drunk, but he didn’t smell like he was drunk.
Then why is he like that? He couldn’t even stand on his feet.
“I can’t leave her,” he mumbled, with his eyes closed, groaning loudly.
“What?” I questioned, but he didn’t answer.
“I don’t want to leave her,” he mumbled again, his words jumbling and very hard to understand.
What the heck is Brandon talking about? I ask myself thinking.
“Brandon, Hey,” I said, tapping Brandon’s cheeks a few times, “Wake up, you can’t sleep here on the ground.”
I started shaking his shoulders with my hands, but Brandon only groaned in response and grabbed my right hand, stopping me from doing it.
With his eyes open, he stared at me for a few moments, “Ja… ne,” he said, cracking my name into two pieces.
“Yes, Jane, now come on, stand up,” I said.
“Why?” he questioned, snuggling his head into my lap as he wrapped his right hand around my torso.
“Brandon, Let me take you to bed,” I said, moving his hand away from my torso.
He stared at my face for a few moments pointlessly and started laughing for no reason.
“Why are you laughing?” I questioned,
“Nothing, it’s just you, who wanted, to take me to bed,” he said while laughing.
“Shut up, and now stand up,” I said in distress.
Brandon moved his head from my lap slowly, sitting on the ground supporting himself in his hands; I placed one of my hands on his shoulder, helping him lean on me for support, as I put my other hand around his torso.
“Now, let’s take you to bed,” I said, as Brandon stood up on his legs, but all his body weights were leaning on me. With my arms wrapped around him, I helped him walk toward his room as he placed his head on my shoulder.
“I don’t feel well,” I heard Brandon say as he snuggled close to my body.
“Do you want me to call a doctor?” Brandon shook his head.
“Wa…. nt.. to sleep?”
“Let’s get you to your bed,” I said as I grabbed him by his shoulder, holding him tight, as we made our way towards his bed. Reaching the bed, I dumped his body on his mattress, and he went straight, lying on his back on top of the bed, but not before taking me with him, making me fall on top of him.
“Brandon,” I called in an attempt to free myself from his grasp, but he just groaned at my words loudly.
I moved, trying my best to separate myself from him, and was successful in freeing my hand, but it all failed when Brandon wrapped both his arms around my torso, holding my body on top of him.
“Brandon,” I tried calling again, but yet no response.
I don’t know what is happening to me, but being so close to him makes my heart pump fast like at any moment it will jump out of my chest. My body is betraying my mind today; it’s not the first time that I have been close to Brandon. We are friends and hug each other occasionally and, for God’s sake, he is my doctor, and he has seen me in my worst moments during childbirth. Then why does it feel so different this time? The closeness of our bodies, the beating of his heart that is synchronized with mine, and the fragrance of his body that is a mixture of lemons and antiseptics? Everything about him is intoxicating to me.
I shook my head, coming to my senses. I can’t feel like this, not with Brandon. He is my best friend, and I love Jared, no one else. It’s just my hormones and nothing else.
“Nothing else,” I mumbled under my breath. This time, he successfully freed me from Brandon’s grasp.
I quickly left him alone, asleep, with the feeling that I had felt seconds ago.