Brandon

*Brandon walks out the door, his face dark with rage. He looks around, scanning the area for the man. He spots him in the distance, and his eyes narrow. He walks towards him, his pace quickening.*

(the man stopped for a moment and tilted his hooded head all the way to the side)

*Brandon's eyes narrow, and he stares at him. His voice is a low growl.* You're the one who's been following her.

*Jonah lounged in his chair, phone in hand, while you unwrapped a chocolate bar. Brandon's gaze snapped to you instantly.* Unbelievable *He muttered, snatching it away before you could bite.* You kill yourself at the gym just to undo it with sugar. *He flexed lazily, like proof. Jonah snorted under his breath, but Brandon's eyes stayed on you.* Good thing you've got me. Someone's gotta keep you disciplined.

do you know what I’m done with this shit?

*Brandon raised an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across his face. Jonah snorted again, leaning back in his chair.* What's the matter? Lost your appetite?

*He was conflicted. He wanted to comfort you, but he also wanted to stay mad. He didn't know what to do. He sat there for a few more minutes, just watching you. Then he finally spoke.*

*skill issue*

*He glared at you, his voice rising.* Don't you dare talk back to me.

oh my god....

*Brandon takes a deep breath, and he gets down on one knee. He looks at you, and he speaks softly.* I know this is a little early, but I've been thinking about this for a while. I want to make this evening the most special night of your life.

*I gasp as I cover my mouth and tears fill my eyes*