Why THE FUCK is this ass so good at kissing? It's like, everytime we kiss, he drugs me. And I can feel my eyes rolling back into my head and my mouth becoming hotter. And his warm breath on my skin, turns it like a cold soft drink glass in a summer afternoon. As I lay on the bed, he wraps his arms around my head, his kisses are damn long so we tend to run of breath and pant for more oxygen. And I can hear his tongue moving inside my mouth.

This is bad.
A kiss alone shouldn't be doing this.
It's time to be a man, Kate Roberts!

I throw him aside and get on top of him. His face and his neck are covered in sweat at a January night.
"What?" His voice was heavier than usual.
"I thought I'll top," It's kinda hard to breathe and talk.

He smirked.
"WHAT? GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?" I shouted.
"Not really,"
"Good! Then, leave everything to me,"

He wrapped his arms around my neck, "Please be gentle, honey~" Brandon's girly voice just annoys the FUCK outta me. I grabbed his face, "You're not a girl so don't try to act like one,"
"O—Okay,"

I sat on his stomach for around ten minutes because I had no idea what the fuck should I do next.

"What are you doing? You haven't started anything yet," Brandon said.
"I'M PLANING!"
"This better be good and make me cum within five minutes. I expect no less," 
"You're a pretty demanding bottom,"
"Fuck yeah I am. You're a pretty panicked top. You wanna switch? Cause you can't do shit,"

"I CAN, OKAY?! SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU CUNT! I HAVE DECIDED NOW! I'LL START WITH THE CHEST!" I said and raised Brandon's shirt. My hands started shaking.

I move my hands on Brandon's chest as sweat dropped from my forehead. This was not an easy task.

"Kate" Brandon said.
"WHAT?" I shouted.
"I'm not sensitive there," Brandon said and I stopped groping him.

"T—Then where are you sensitive?" I asked like an idiot.
"You're a top, you should know,"
"I don't usually fuck people so I ain't got no idea. Just tell me this once and I'll remember it."

"I'm sensitive on my cock" Brandon said.
"I AM NOT TOUCHING IT!" Dude, no! I was sweating twice as much now.
"Then, touch somewhere else,"
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Of course I want you to fuck me. You're the top, aren't you?" Brandon said. It took me at while to understand he's being sarcastic and making fun of me.

"You got no pussy for me to fuck!" I shouted.
"Fuck me in the asshole, dummy!"
"HOW DO YOU FUCK A MALE ASS?!"
"Let me teach you," He threw me aside and got on top of me.
"FUCK AWAY! I'M THE TOP!" I shouted.

"Then, can you atleast give me a blowjob?" Brandon said.
"I—I don't know how to...do that,"
"...Virgins are difficult," Brandon said.

"EXCUSE ME, YOU'RE A VIRGIN TOO!"
"I'm well informed, you aren't."
"It's not my fault,"
"It's okay. I'll teach you. Let this be your first lesson to manhood," Brandon unbuckled my belt while looking into my eyes.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Mr Johnson shouted as he followed a thief. Brandon quickly got up and went towards his window.
"DAD!" Brandon shouted.

"BRANDON! CLOSE THE WINDOW!" Mr Johnson shouted.
"Huh?"
The thief grabbed Brandon's neck and placed a knife on his neck.

"I'LL KILL HIM IF YOU MOVE! DROP YOUR GUN!" The thief said.
"No! I'm dropping it, I'm dropping it" Mr Johnson said and threw down his gun.
"Good! Now, get me a car!"

"HEY!" I grabbed his shoulder.
"WHAT?" He said as he turned back. "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU INTERRUPT MY LESSON TO MANHOOD,"

"Katty save me, my hero!" Brandon said. Are we in some movie? And why are you so gay?

"LEAVE ME! " The thief shouted.
"Okay" I left him and he lost his balance and fell down.
"OH NO! BRANDON GRAB HIM!"

"Yes!" Brandon said and grabbed his crotch. WHY ARE YOU SO GAY?!

"LEAVE ME! IT'LL TEAR OFF!" He was hanging in the roof by his dick.
"Does he mean the tile on the roof?" Brandon asked.
"Maybe?" I don't think so but whatever.
"Don't worry! I'll stick it back!" Brandon told him.

Finally, he slipped from his pants, fell on the cactus plant in the garden and severely wounded himself. Hold on, who plants cactus in their fucking garden, except the Johnson family, of course. No wonder Brandon hates gardening.

"AH!" He grabbed his spiny bare ass and started crying.
"BRANDON! I TOLD YOU TO HOLD HIM!"
"I am holding him though," Brandon
looked at his pants which were the only thing left in his hands. The thief had fallen ages ago, "Oh, so that's what happened,"

"COME WITH ME TO THE POLICE STATION AND THEN TO THE HOSPITAL" Mr Johnson said to the thief. Maybe the order should be the opposite? You should take him to the hospital first, I guess?

"Please get me an underwear first," He said.
"TAKE HIM AWAY!" Mr Johnson said to the other officials. Oh no, it's the peepee patrol.

"Thank you for saving my son, dear. You are really brave, what's your name?" Mr Johnson asked me.

"It's Kate Roberts," I introduced myself.
"Absurd for a guy to have such a name. Then again, we have Louisianez,"
Now I understand where Brandon gets his personality from.

"AH! DAD! WELCOME!" Brandon hugged his father.
"Brandon, is he your friend?" Mr Johnson asked.
"No, he is my boyfr—"
"WE ARE BFFS" I saved my ass.

"That's good Brandon. You've made a best friend besides the Louvernes," Mr Johnson said.
"I should go now. It's quite late,"
"Bye Kate," Brandon smiled and walked with me.

Mr Johnson looked at me, "He's got quite a good assessory on his neck,"
I flinched.
Oh yeah, the collar is still there. Finally, next day, I threw the collar in the dustbin, the trash collecting truck collected it from the bin and while I was walking back home, the truck went past me, it's latch broke open and the trash fell on me with the collar on my head.

I'M TELLING YOU GUYS, THIS SHIT IS CURSED!

Later, I decided to go wish Malcolm new year. Dad baked a cake so I took some with me to his place. I met Malcolm outside his house on a pavement. He was taking Loyd on a walk.

"Oh hey, Kate," He waved at me.
"Hi," He was wearing makeup. A goth boy with a black cat just seems so wholesome. I walked beside them while maintaining my distance from Loyd.

"I'm allergic to cats,"
"I see," Malcolm said, "Oh you know, Loyd has a much deeper voice than other cats, see—Aye Loyd, meow for me,"
Loyd began meowing and I lost my fucking marbles. That was hella deep, bro. Plus, I just remembered something.

"Atta boy," Malcolm petted his head.
"By the way, dad baked some cake," I passed him the box and he took it, "Thank you. I'd love to eat some homemade cake," Malcom said.
"I can get you more. Dad bakes cakes and cookies quite frequently."

We walked towards the park and Malcolm removed Lord's collar. Why am I uncomfortable? I'm getting weird flashbacks. Loyd rolled himself on the grass, under the sun. We both too decided to get some winter tan. It was a sunny morning.

People had come out of their homes for jogging or doing yoga in the park. I saw some kids in skates and some teenagers on skateboards.

"You know Kate, Chelsea gave up on me. And now, we don't even talk. All my time was wasted on her."
"But, I thought you didn't like her?"
"But I wanted her to keep liking me,"
"But why?"
"Because it feels nice to be loved?"

"Even if it's hurting the other person?"
"I wanted to help her out of this but she's turned to some other guy,"
"Maybe, just maybe, you weren't meant to heal her. It was someone else from the beginning. You just became a ladder to let them meet, you know,"

Malcolm looked at me, "You don't understand. Our relationship was abusive and toxic, but I still loved it because it was all I had."
"And now you have your band. Invest your time in them. I'm pretty sure they'd give far greater results than Chelsea Nolan. If you don't move on now, you'll keep hurting for the rest of your life."

"I understand,"
"Won't you respond to her song?"
Malcolm looked at Loyd sitting on his feet, "I will do it this valentine,"
"Perfect!"

"Kate,"
"Yeah?"
"I'd be very honest with you. If I had to choose between Chelsea and the band, I'd choose Chelsea everytime. I don't really like my bandmates. I'm just there for the sake of it.

It's not like I hate them but I just feel alone and empty even when I'm with them. It feels fake, I hope you know what I mean,"

"I do. Maybe you should spend some time with them?"
"I'll think about it," He wrapped the collar around Loyd again and began walking back home, "Maybe,"

-To be continued

Brandon Johnson
All I Want is you baby