Hold on to Him
Chapter Twelve
He grinned at me; the expression on my face must have been priceless.
“I saw his car parked in the street,” he hummed lowly, “and I decided to come save you.”
I erupted into an uncontrollable fit of giggles, and immediately felt Brandon by my side.
“Oh, this kid again,” Brandon moaned, annoyed.
Justin only smiled back at him. “Hi, I’m Justin,” he introduced, acting like he never heard the comment. “Megan’s neighbor.”
“Hi, I’m Brandon,” he mocked malevolently, “Megan’s boyfriend.”
A look of confusion shot across Justin’s face, but only for a moment, for he hid it well with a smile. “Boyfriend?” he asked, prodding me. “Little Megan’s growing up.”
I rolled my eyes at him. I was suddenly uncomfortable with both of them in the same room.
I heard the door to the back porch open, and my mother’s loud, slightly drunken voice filled the house. “Megan! Who’s at the door?”
“Um, Justin,” I murmured as she entered the hallway. I was preparing for another outburst, a repeat of what happened a few nights prior.
“Oh, Justin!” she hollered, staggering down the hall. “My goodness, I haven’t seen you in ages! You’ve grown up nicely. My, my, you’re so handsome. It’s not a wonder Megan doesn’t stop talking about you.”
“Mom,” I hummed monotonously, putting my hands on her arms, “Mom, not the time.”
“Are you coming in, dear?” she asked him, shaking me off.
He shrugged, looking to me for approval, and I widened my eyes, begging him to say yes. So he did.
“Good! Would you like a beer or—?”
“No,” he interrupted her. “No, alcohol isn’t my thing.”
“Well good,” she approved, nodding her head. “Good. Be a good influence on my daughter.”
His eyes twinkled as he looked up to me, a grin plastered across his face. “Will do, Mrs. White.”
I felt Brandon’s grip around my waist tighten as I asked Justin, “Want to go sit in the den?”
He nodded, clearly amused by Brandon’s overprotectiveness. “Sure.”
The den was awkwardly quiet as we stared at each other; me on Brandon’s lap, and Justin on the couch across the room from us.
“So,” Brandon started bravely, and in a way, I was proud of him. “Are you an only child?”
“N… well, I mean, sorta, yeah,” Justin stammered.
I furrowed my brow at him. “Sorta? What’do mean by ‘sorta?’”
He shook his head, avoiding eye contact with me. “Nothing.”
“Brandon’s an only child,” I announced, looking into Brandon’s eyes. “He suffers from ‘only-child-syndrome.’”
“Only-child-syndrome?” Brandon asked, confused. “What’s that?”
I grinned. “Symptoms include spoiled, bossy, aggressive, and selfish,” I told him, standing from his lap and crossing the room to Justin. As I passed him, I whispered to him, “That’s how I know you’re not an only child.”
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