Emma's POV

I open to the door to find Brendon standing there with pads and tampons in a plastic bag, and chocolate and sweets in the other plastic bag.

I stare at him with wide eyes.

"Um..not trying to be rude or anything but like..um what are you doing here..?" And I look to the plastic bag" Um why are you holding pads and um t-tampons?" I ask, really surprised.

"Oh, well Becky called me a while ago and started talking super quickly about you staying alone in the house and that you're uh,your on your thing, and she practically screamed through the phone telling me to go buy you this stuff and come to hang out with you." He says motioning the plastic bags in his hands.

I just stare at him super startled, I'm going to kill Becky for this, even though I wanted candy but was too lazy to get out, plus I would love someone's company.

"So, um you gonna let me in?" Brendon asks as I realized he was still out of the house. I quickly grab the plastic bags he was holding and moved away from the doorway and walked towards the kitchen to put the bags on the kitchen island.

"So, um thanks,"I say, feeling my cheeks heat up, probably blushing redder than ever.

"Don't mention it, so uh let's go watch your movie?" he says scratching the back of his neck. I grab the bag with snacks in it and walked to the living room with Brendon.

We sit on the couch with our blankets and pillows and continued to watch Titanic.

When there was a really sad part, I would start crying and Brendon would hand me the tissue box, and sometimes chuckle at my reaction. It's not my fault I'm seriously sensitive while watching sad movies, especially with Titanic.

The movie soon came to its end, and we just talked and laughed. It was pretty fun, I never had someone besides Becky keeping me company, until now.

After talking, laughing and eating for about an hour, Brendon pulled out a rolled up paper. And he handed it to me.

"Oh, what's this?" I ask, smiling."It's um, well just open it and see for yourself." He says, his face turning a light shade of pink.

Wait, this is the first time I see him blush.

I unwrap the ribbon keeping the paper together, and rolled the paper open- oh my god..I'm speechless.

"I-I'm speechless..did you like paint this?" I ask still looking at the paper. "Well, uh yes. You seemed really embarrassed by your middle school picture sent to the whole school, but I thought you looked cute and um I thought why not paint you to make you feel better- I know it isn't the same as the middle school picture but yeah" He says, his face turning red now.

I just stare at the drawing. Brendon the school's most popular boy, is a fucking artist. This was one of the best painting I've ever seen.

(Update A/N: lots of people are commenting on how this picture isn't embarassing buuut if you read exactly what Brendon said which was "I know it isn't the same as the middle school picture but yeah" MEANNNINNNG the middle school picture isn't the same with the painting at all, its a painting he painted of her now without a specific picture reference)

Without thinking I pull him into a hug, I never thought he would care, and try to make me feel better. I can't believe it. I felt his warm arms slowly wrap around my waist, I can feel all my body cells are going crazy.

I soon let go, and he just smiles, his dimples showed perfectly, and his blue eyes were vibrant. "Well, I'm glad you like it" He finally says, breaking the silence.

"Thank you, it's amazing, I never knew you liked painting," I say rolling up the paper and tying it back so it doesn't get ruined."Well, I love to draw and paint, I started when I was 7 and yeah, I used to be terrible but I kept practicing and I guess I got better" he says shrugging.

"Wow, you have to show me your other paintings or drawing later on," I say louder then I wanted to say it. Brendon blushes and laughs"Sure, why not," he says.

I feel bad, Brendon came over to hang out with me, oh not to mention the fact that he went shopping and had to go to the ladies' section, and probably was really embarrassed plus he gave me a painting to make me feel better about the picture. And I haven't given him or done anything for him. What kind of friend am I?

Emma, think of something, come on.

"Hey..let's go to my room," I say getting up."Um..okay," he says getting up. We went upstairs and to my room, I walked over to my candle collection. "Wow, that's a lot of candles," he says, looking at the candles.

"Yeah, I know, my mom loved collecting them, and when she died, I continued collecting." I say, smiling."So, what's your favorite candle scent?" I ask.

"Well, I really like black coconut and sandalwood vanilla, what about you?" He asks."No way, me too I love sandalwood vanilla. Oh, but I also like chocolate cappuccino, since its the strongest scented one out of most of them, but I have a lot so I won't continue, it will take forever" I say chuckling.

I look through the baskets and found Brendon's favorite candles. They were both never used, I had extra candles for sandalwood vanilla because I loved its smell.

I go to my study desk and opened a drawer, taking out a small simple gift bag, and put the candles in and handed it to Brendon. Who was looking at me confused.

"You did so many things for me, I feel bad not doing anything or getting you anything so, um yeah this is the least I can do, I guess," I say as Brendon takes the bag and puts it on the table."Thanks, and you didn't have to do anything, I enjoy being with you anyways. And I'll keep the candles here and take it before I leave." He says smiling.

I answer with a smile, Brendon walks over to my bed and sits down, then looks at my bedside table, and finds the picture frame of me and my mom. He picks it up and looks at it."Your mom right?" He asks looking at me for a brief second." Yeah, that's her." I say.

"She is really pretty." he says "yes I know, she was beautiful." I say, suddenly missing her."You know you look a lot like her" Brendon says taking another look at the picture.

What? My mom and I didn't look the same, my mom has the best smile, amazing eyes and silky hair, I didn't look anything like her. "No, I don't," I said, shaking my head.

"Yes you do," he said while I walk to my bed and took a seat next to him. "You have the same shiny hair, pretty eyes, and an amazing smile just like your mom here in the picture," He says softly.

I look into the picture, he might be right, my mom and I do look the same a bit, but she was way prettier and amazing then I am.

"You really think so?" I ask, shifting my gaze from the picture into his eyes."Yes, hundred percent." He says while flashing me a smile.

I stare at him and he was staring at me, I felt nervous but something told me to not look away because I would regret it.

Soon, Brendon leans in closer a bit looking at my lips, I slowly lean in too.

Our face was less than an inch apart and I felt his minty breath blow unto my skin. Just then, something made a noise, we slightly jump and Brendon grabs his pocket, and took his phone out.

It was fucking ringing.

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