{ don't tell anyone ;; brett

[tyson dean braxton]

{ tyson braxton !

what’s up i know we haven’t spoken for a while
but i was thinking about you
and it kind of made me smile
so many things to say
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the past twenty minutes kept replaying through his mind as he’d gone about shutting down his laptop and grabbing clothes he could wear out while on the streets of new york city. tyson dean braxton just couldn’t work out what he had done to gain the attention of the darling brett kite once again. it had been a decent year at least since she’d last spoken to him and then suddenly he was online and she was there speaking to him. miracles did happen after all. this night couldn’t get any better really. he practically danced out of the house, actually flashed a smile at his mother and then jumped into his jag. ok, so the thought of actually being able to talk to brett again turned him into a complete loon who forgets to unlock his door before attempting to get into his car but hey, if anyone was worth it.

even since their awkward break up – which, he supposed, neither of them could really remember why they had done it or at least they both had different ideas as to why and how it had happened – tyson had tried working out ways to get closer to her again. the be quite honest, the whole going out with cadence aka one of brett’s best friends had been a horrible idea. it was getting increasingly hard to recall how that had even happened. cadence, of course, had known better and ended it soon after; loyalty shown to brett that ty had struggled to show. it had taken time but brett forgave cady while holding everything under the sun against ty. he just didn’t know how to fix things. he’d come up with ideas but every time they seemed to backfire or he just couldn’t bring up the courage to go through with the idea. if you knew brett paige kite, you’d understand how scary she could get but something in him made him adore her regardless.

making his way through the streets of new york that he’d knew better than whoever claimed to know them like the back of their hand, tyson eventually came to the hard rock café. going round back he parked the car wherever he could find space and got out. glancing back at his car a smile spread over lips. he loved that chunk of metal more than he could ever love a girl, or so he tried to convince himself. at least the car never let’s you down ty. half-amused comment was delivered to himself as he headed round to the entrance. of course his family had enough money to keep a driver for ty and feed said driver too but ty just liked the idea of driving himself around. the thought of having to call someone else up every time and any time he decided to go out just didn’t sit right with the golden boy.

wondering into the place eyes flicked over the crowd. he didn’t expect brett to be here yet but he liked to know what company he’d been in for the night. his attention would end up being fixed on brett but hey, it didn’t hurt to be aware of who else was around while she had yet to be in his company. plus, he could never be too sure of whether or not she’d actually turn up. standing him up wouldn’t be beyond her and he wouldn’t, couldn’t, blame her if she was just messing with him. he probably deserved it and a hxll of a load more for what he put them through. but here was to hoping that wasn’t so.

striding up to the bar he ordered a beer, start the night off light and in control. he wait to see what kind of mood brett was in before he decided on his plans for the night. all this was already beginning to feel like the old times, when everything he did pretty much revolved around that girl. and at the moment, he was liking it. god, he’d missed brett. the way she looked, the way she spoke, her clothes, her comments, her movements, her touch... he’d been an idiot to let all that go. thought drifted away as the bartended placed his current drink of choice before him, a quick ‘thanks mate’ was released and then ty was completely enveloped by memories of the past. they’d gone out for three years, it was hard to forget three years of a guy’s life; almost impossible particularly since they had probably been some of the most eventful years of his short life.

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[brett paige kite]

clothes,

can you feel it too?
you know i'm so, i'm so in love with you

when brett's plans for the day had been made and her computer had been turned off, she just sat there in shock. as much as she wanted to get her ass up and change clothes and be there at the hard rock already, she felt numb. tyson braxton had walked in her life as easily as he had walked out, and her brain was refusing to process that information. sometimes, brett amazed herself. she had just woken up about two hours ago; she had eaten a breakfast pastry from starbucks while staring into tiffany's at 5th avenue, which was pretty much her every day morning routine. and then, there she sat for a while, on her bed, when up popped up an IM from tyson the cunning prince charming himself. it seemed like her life was so planned sometimes. if anyone ever wanted to make a biography of her when she died, they wouldn't even need to exaggerate. girl meets boy, boy meets girl, boy and girl start dating for three years, boy and girl break up, boy starts dating girl's best friend, girl has her heart broken, and boy and girl meet again after a year. it took brett a while to finally regain the strength in her body, before she shook her head and stood up. brett did have the option of standing him up but that to her just seemed to cruel, even for brett kite herself. not to mention, some part of her deep down (way deep down) was dying to see him, and nothing could possibly get in her way.

ugh, talk about desperate. brett took her time in changing and getting ready. there was no use in rushing for the boy who had hurt her and taken up three years of her life. it was funny now, remembering those days they said they were going to marry eachother. sometimes they had spent their time just laying down and planning their futures together. apparently, they were going to have five kids, have a huge white house by the lake with a porch to sit at and drink tea, and live the rest of their lives together. but that future was something brett would never have, it was wasted and thrown away and something she had never even gotten the chance to know. brett glanced at her reflection in the mirror after having applied mascara to those dark, long lashes. maybe she just wasn't good enough. but, for the sake of her, she would never ever let anyone know her insecurities. to everyone, she was brett kite. the girl no one really wanted to mess with. she had an image to uphold, so to speak. this wasn't going to bring her down.

so brett kite skipped out of her house with a new, optimistic attitude to her. she was in a much better mood then she was in a long time, and we all know the reason for that. brett slid into the car with ease, sticking the key into the ignition as the engine purred softly. as her car door was shut, she immediately drove out of her drive way and made through traffic without a second to spare, parking her car. the hard rock cafe. the hard rock cafe. brett spotted the cafe faster then she thought, running to the doors. it seemed to be a popular attraction today, thosands of people entered through the revolving doors with her. the place inside was beautiful. it was nothing new to her though, she had been to the place countless times before, but each and every time she was a little stunned at how luxurious it was. now that she was here, brett was proud of herself of not standing the poor dude up. there was only one problem: finding him.

that didn't take very long, however. brett knew the one place he was always at, and her glinting, hazel eyes scanned the room for the bar. she spotted it, walking her way calmly over to it, even though she felt like she was going to be sick. but she tried to keep her cool, even though that wouldn't last very long. she skidded to a stop in front of the bar, looking at the people on the bar stools, trying to find tyson. at last she found him, sitting next to an empty barstool with a drink in his hand. he looked exactly the same as she remembered him. he still had that relaxed posture, those adorable blue eyes and that hair that made him look like he just rolled out of bed. a strange feeling washed through her as she looked at her ex-boyfriend. she didn't know what it was, but it had to be something. she was seeing the boy she had dated for three years, never seeing him again until now. brett sighed, bouncing over to the empty bar stool beside him and glancing up at the bartender with a smile on her face, trying to forget who was beside her. "a martini, please?" she asked. the bartender walked away, which left brett alone with tyson. she sat down, finally meeting his gaze with a smile. "it's been too long," she spoke, cocking her head to the side slightly. there were butterflies in her stomach as she looked him up and down. those butterflies had to be murdered.

[tyson dean braxton]

{ tyson braxton !

had to i’d put them in a letter
thought it might be easier
the words might come out better
how’s your mother how’s you little brother[/right]_________________________________________________________________

as tyson braxton sat there in the hard rock café he still couldn’t get his head around the idea that he was actually there waiting for brett kite. a year later and was it possible she was ready to forgive and forget the past? oh come on, this was brett he was thinking about right? still he couldn’t get that small, silly smile off his face. head shook ever so in disbelief before he lifted glass to his lips and took a good long sip, one that was probably too long to even be considered a sip as such. the guy sat patiently, listening as the crowd moved around him their words barely registering within his mind. there was always a crowd at the hard rock, it was one of the most popular hang outs in new york after all. once he’d finished his first glass he signalled for the bartender to fill it up again. and why not? this was going to be great and it wasn’t like he’d get drunk on two beers, he could handle a hxll of a lot more than that.

head turned as two insanely sweet-sounding voices moved behind him, their pitch was too high to be ignored despite his daze. the owners of the sugar-like voices were leggy and pretty attractive. they flashed smiles over his way, an eyebrow quirked as a natural response before they continued moving on their way to the bathroom no doubt. hey, he wasn’t being naughty or disloyal; he had yet to be declared loyal to anyone. plus, there wasn’t anything wrong with window shopping as long as you didn’t try before you bought or worse bought while in debt; if you understood the analogy. eyes flicked back at the door, the lovely figure of brett had yet to grace the café so ty turned back to his drink. nursing it he decided this would be his last beer for the time being; no need for another, something stronger was needed really.

the conversation they’d just had on im ran through his mind. she didn’t seem all that intent on ripping him limb from limb and had even responded a little to his flirty comments. of course, if he were to try anything he probably should consider writing out a will first but one never knew. he certainly wasn’t one to predict how things would turn out in terms of brett kite. far out, she’d even agreed to spend the night over. now that, that had been something ty had not counted on actually happening. he had just decided to be a little playful, test the waters seeing as she hadn’t started bxtching at him. it had to be a man thing, wanting to see how far one could push things before they snapped. and as soon as they seemed like they were about to break, they’d pull back and jump right back into your good books. from that moment onwards, they’d take small steps, working their way up to breaking point and just dismantling the barriers that stood before them one brick at a time. it was crazy how functional such a plan was and it was one of few that ty actually had. not that he’d actually come up with such an idea, no it was just innate within him. ty couldn’t take credit for something he did without realising he was doing it.

glasses was raised to lips once again, just as the alcohol touched his lips he noted something setting itself down on the chair beside him out the corner of his eye. setting the glasses down he turned with a slightly lop-sided grin. the way that silhouette in the corner of eye had moved there was no doubt who it was. a year couldn’t erase the memory of the way she moved. well, to be honest, he’d watched her a few times around school or so on. so she’d decided to turn up after all. he listened quietly as she ordered her drink, brett hadn’t changed much. was still the way he remembered her. "can’t argue with that." came his reply as she directed a statement at him. raising his drink once more he downed its contents and noted how she looked at him. ah, it felt so good to know that some things just didn’t ever change. her eyes slid over him in the critical manner that they always had, like she was analysing him while having a million things running through that pretty little head of hers. he hadn’t gone all out in dress, thrown on a clean t-shirt and one his favourite worn pair of jeans. she, on the other hand, looked amazing. if he didn’t know how classy her wardrobe tended to be he would have felt honoured to have her ‘dressing up’ just for their meeting. "let’s screw the small talk about how we are and the weather shall we? already done that online about half an hour ago. why don’t we have a little fun... just like old times yeah." this time he wasn’t hinting at anything, just honestly wanted things to start going back to normal. where they hung out, things weren’t awkward and they spoke about everything under the sun. "you look great by the way." he threw in the compliment because it was true and because such a thing couldn’t be left unsaid, particularly seeing as she looked like she’d stepped off a model shoot or something of the like.

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[brett paige kite]

clothes,

now it's going to get harder
and it's going to burn brighter
and it's going to feel tougher each and every day.

as brett's warm eyes scanned the boy in front of him, she suddenly felt a little over dressed. the boy was in a t-shirt and jeans, for god's sake. but to be perfectly honest, brett didn't even own jeans except for a pair or two. she wasn't really the 'sweats and flip flops' type of girl. never was, and most likely never will be. but the girl looked away as the bartender came back with her drink, setting it out in front of her. she wasn't here to get drunk, not at all. that was her usual intention every day, but not now. especially when she was with tyson. ugh. brett shook her head, silently vowing to herself this would be her last drink. or maybe one more. and that was it. since the day she turned twenty one, she couldn't of been happier. she was actually legal now, not that it had ever stopped her before. but it was nice going to bars without getting carded. when she was sixteen (and she drank back then too) she looked like she was ten or something. brett still looked young, but that was the beauty of youth. when she was 60 she'd probably look 40 and be the hippiest old lady on the block. brett took a sip of her drink, glancing back at tyson as he started speaking again. she had missed that voice, even though she would never admit it to anyone. she had missed everything about home. brett was just wondering why she wasn't making it harder for him like the classic bitch everyone knew and hated.

brett couldn't help but laugh at his statement. let’s screw the small talk about how we are and the weather shall we? already done that online about half an hour ago. why don’t we have a little fun... just like old times yeah. it was such a tyson thing to say. why was she even surprised? a smile was shot his way, taking another sip as she thought about her answer. "the weather is pretty nice today, though, don't you think?" she teased. hopefully he hadn't thought he would get into her pants this easy, right? ugh, oh no. brett was all for catching up with tyson (hopefully not a drunk one, judging by the drink in his hand). but she still wasn't ready to go back to that yet. and you couldn't blame her. you meet up with a guy you haven't seen in a year and the first thing he's talking about is sex. and actually asking. but, brett's mind went into the gutter. "that depends what you have in mind," she shrugged, flicking a piece of hair that fell into her eyes back. she hoped he wasn't thinking anything too outrageous, because she knew that look in his eye.

you look great, by the way. "thanks," she muttered with a smile. sure, tysen could get a 'little' crazy sometimes but he knew how to treat a girl, whether it was a game of his or not. and brett always fell for it. she mentally slapped herself. this time, she wouldn't be as stupid. but there was something she couldn't quite shake off. she thought about the two boys that held her attention the most. there was heath, and then there was this kid. brett couldn't deny the fact tysen treated her better then heath ever had. but heath was something else. there was a sweet side to him she was sure nobody else was aware of. and tysen was prince charming, a knight in shining armor. even he couldn't be fully trusted. brett was ready to forgive and move on but she wasn't quite ready to forget. it was just totally impossible comparing the two boys. but for once in her fucking life, brett wanted to feel valuable, not like someone's accessory. the whole thing was maddening. brett took another sip from her martini, suddenly wishing she had ordered vodka instead. but she couldn't get trashed; how unclassy.

[tyson dean braxton]

{ tyson braxton !

so many things i wanna know the answers to
wish i could press rewind
and rewrite every line
to the story of me and you[/right]_________________________________________________________________

a brow quirked in brett’s direction as she seemed to desire a conversation based on the weather. a slight warning spark flashed across his eyes as he grinned. "you should know better than anyone that i don’t like thinking." and why would he? too many people wasted precious time on trying to overcome the task. why bother debating with yourself over whether you want chocolate or vanilla ice cream? have both if you really couldn’t decide and then you’d have an extra five minutes or so. and if you didn’t like one of the two just eat the one you want and give the other away to someone or thing that will have it. ty was ty and he could help but let eyes flicked down over brett once more, now she was something worth spending a little time on. a little time spent looking at this girl was a little time spent well.

he wasn’t exactly being a perv at the moment. it was just still very hard for him to fully comprehend the situation before him. this was actually brett kite sitting there right next to him. the girl was full on flesh and bone. he wasn’t totally drunk off his face and he wasn’t dreaming. if she really felt like going through with her threat that martini she held in her hands could easily be thrown at him and he would actually get wet. this was actually happening. amazing really. who would have thought that this would happen. then again, it had been a year. as if anyone could hold something against another person for over a year. well, not when they were still living in the same city and attending the same educational facility – it was too weird to call university school.

ty thought back on the years that they had spent together. the things they used to talk about. by this stage, if things had worked out the way they had planned them to, they should be married and attending yale together, most likely close to the end of their courses. maybe brett would have taken a year off to have a kid, they had decided on five and well, with a family like that you’d want to start early no? he might take evening classes to look have the child during the day and she could do day classes, for the times that overlapped and nothing could be done between them they’d probably be able to hire the every nanny in the state – though, just because they could, it didn’t mean they would. gone were those days of planning and those kinds of plans weren’t to be revisited again for that would be trying to change the past. in a way though, ty had always thought he’d want kids young. now he was already twenty-three and didn’t have a girl, didn’t have a job and didn’t have any direction for his life. screw that thought path, it was getting far too depressing and it didn’t matter right now. right now, it was time to focus on the one and only brett kite.

so what did he have in mind for them to do? what did they do during the three years they spent going out? it had only been a year ago but it felt like a century since they’d hung out. some memories, however, were as clear as day. "i have a lot in mind. some practical, others not quite so." she was being a tease earlier so why couldn’t he do a little? "there’s so much for us to catch up on. it’s been an entire year since i’ve seen you after all." ty paused on that statement, his mind working overtime. yeah, he wasn’t a fan of thinking but it didn’t mean he avoided using his brain.

and then a brilliant idea suddenly occurred to him. should take him too long to prepare. throw a few things together, get the maid back at home to help him out a bit. should easily be ready for midday. picking up his drink he finished the rest of it all at once. the bartender came over for a refill but tyson gave him a look and the guy took the hint and went to serve the rest of his customers. he glanced at brett’s drink which she had only received a moment ago. standing up ty stretched a little before leaning forward, resting elbows on the bar. piercing blues locked in her direction. "how long you want to stick around here? want a game of pool or maybe you’re a darts girl now?" some friendly competition over a game and why not? this was a bar that had both. if she didn’t want either than they would leave and he’d get his little plan into motion.

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[brett paige kite]

baby, love will come through
it's just waiting for you

--- screwed this post up. D:

[tyson dean braxton]

{ tyson braxton !

don’t you know i’ve tried and i’ve tried
to get you out my mind
but it don’t get no better
as each day goes by[/right]_________________________________________________________________

no arguments from brett yet. seemed like ty was pulling the right words out of the lexicon today or perhaps she was just in a good mood. how they had managed to fight so much when they were going out he couldn’t work out. maybe they’d just grown up now, matured a lot from their teen selves. he sure didn’t feel different and she didn’t appear any different but one could never be too sure about what was going on inside a person’s head. hxll, it was hard to work out what was going on in his own head half the time; if indeed anything was going on in that pretty head of his. not that it really mattered, not to ty anyway. his world was in peace, why try fix what was yet to be broken? useless effort on a lost cause.

he watched her responses to his statements with the greatest amusement. gosh he missed this girl. it was moments like these when he really began to realise just how much of a fool he was for letting her walk out of his life the way she had. the guy was patient enough to wait as she drained the last of her drink and observed the bartender come by to whisk the empty glass away. "really. but how much of an idiot do you think i am? to actually share those thoughts with you?" head turned back to face her. arm shifted to move around to allow hand to rest on the small of her back. weight moved in a manner to allow him to stand upright. "as long as it’s only the place you’re bored of and not the company." deep voice was lowered to a hush and words delivered into her ear. perhaps it was all just an attempt to hit on her but if it was – and if it worked – it was far too genius for him to come up with. "pool it is." ty added as his hand slightly applied a little pressure to her back, motioning for her to come with him.

all contact was removed from the girl as he began moving for the pool tables, his pace was slow. allowing her time to think the way he knew brett kite liked to think before following him. turning half way to the tables he waited for her to catch up and grinned that lop-sided grin he seemed to save for certain moments. once she had approached him, head lowered to cover some of the height difference between her five foot five and his six. "and just so you know. i’m not up to anything." whether or not she believed him that was totally up to her to decide. once again ty found himself heading toward the pool tables but this time he actually made it there. wandering to the back wall he examined the pool sticks and picked two out. one was handed back, arm left there waiting for brett to take what he offered. once he only had one stick left in his hands, ty moved around the table. setting everything up for their game, they’d spend a bit of time on this. she’d get bored and then they’d leave. things would be simple, easy, uncomplicated. so unlike their relationship. getting a shot lined up, the white balls bounced off the end of his stick and slammed into the waiting triangle of balls. while the aftermath of such an impact settled down, ty looked up at brett. "we’re just two old friends, catching up after too long. stop thinking, start enjoying. your shot." head tipped in the direction of the table as eyes noted a waitress walking around near them. he motioned for the woman and ordered another beer. well, why not? things were going pretty dxmn well and he was still in control. gaze moved over to brett, look questioning whether she wanted anything before the waitress moved off to continue doing her job.

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[brett paige kite]

baby, love will come through
it's just waiting for you

it was funny how they weren't fighting over something totally stupid yet. like who sits where, what to do next, blah blah blah. usually the two never agreed on anything, but today they were actually getting along. and it was pretty nice for a change. i guess she didn't want to waste her time fighting when she could be enjoying it instead. really. but how much of an idiot do you think i am? to actually share those thoughts with you? brett opened her mouth to speak, to say those words she had been meaning to say since that AIM conversation. you're a huge idiot, you even let me go after 3 years.. but she didn't. instead, she closed her mouth again. ugh, sometimes she was so afraid to say what she really felt, and it annoyed her to no end. it didn't take long to realize tyson had placed his hand on the small of her back. she wanted to plant her heel in his shoe, but she didn't. it was just tyson. she relaxed her posture a little. sometimes, she had to let loose every once in a while. but that only happened when she had something to drink. a martini wasn't quite enough. as long as it’s only the place you’re bored of and not the company.. the words were hushed into her ear, and she couldn't help but let out a giggle. "it's becoming a tie." okay, so she was totally kidding. but it was payment for him being such an idiot, right? she stood up from the stool, careful not to step on him in the tight space even though that was really what she was aiming for all along. the grin was wiped off and replaced with a soft smirk. pool it is. she followed beside him to the pool tables, unsure why there was that lop-sided grin on his face. whatever made him happy, she supposed.

brett bounced right over to a table he was standing at, feeling more tiny then usual next to tall tyson braxton. but her height was something she hoped people found endearing, rather then something of the opposite nature. she recognized all those brightly colored balls set in the middle; set apart from the white and the black. she was probably sure she was going to lose, but brett didn't mind much. she didn't care if they were watching the grass turn green instead. maybe this relationship, or whatever you could call it, was going somewhere. being repaired. fixed. but brett knew better then to give herself hope. and just so you know. i’m not up to anything. brett rolled her eyes, picking up one of the pool cues racked up near the table. "as if i'm going to believe you," she said. "you're always up to something." an eyebrow was raised his way. it was actually quite a surprise since the boy didn't like to think. but brett liked that about him. he was spontaneous, a much needed surprise to her life. she watched as he lined up a shot, and the triangle of balls was destroyed. she hadn't noticed a waitress had walked over, and tyson had ordered a beer. even though brett was almost always distracted and focused on something else, she listened. she debated in her head not to.. or she should. but, she couldn't. of course she could. she nodded and ordered another martini. i guess the debate in her head was over. the waitress had left, and tyson started speaking again. we’re just two old friends, catching up after too long. stop thinking, start enjoying. your shot. brett took his words into consideration, while still trying to find to line up a shot in her head. "two old friends," she repeated, lining up her pool cue. she only got about two balls in, but it was more then enough for her. brett stuck her tounge out childishly. "your shot."

it was fourty minutes later and some odd minutes. she didn't know about tyson, but she was a little bit tipsy. ..not like anyone would notice. oh, she was relaxed now, all right. brett could still form coherent sentences and she wasn't seeing two tysons, so everything was alright. unless they didn't get out of there. tyson was winning, much to brett's dissapointment. she always knew she was bad at this game. "pool sucks," she mumbled, shaking her head as the waitress came and whisked away her empty martini glass. brett started giggling, giving up on the game entirely. maybe this was his purpose, for her to get bored. ugh, what a jerk. without thinking at all, brett put her arms around tyson's neck, pressing her lips to his cheek. where did this girl suddenly come from? i guess newfound brett had the courage she normally didn't. but afterall, they were just two old friends. "maybe we should go, i think the waitress is out to get me," she said, watching as the waitress started walking towards them with another martini.

[tyson dean braxton]

{ tyson braxton !

and i'm lost and confused
i've got nothing to lose
hope to hear from you soon
p.s. i'm still not over you[/right]_________________________________________________________________

there was a small frame of time between him placing his hand on her back and her standing to leave for the pool tables with him that she was close enough for him to make a move. really it was tempting to take that window of opportunity but he held back, grinned and had moved off. besides, there was something else for him to consider. becoming a tie? if so, then he’d just have to widened that margin in his favour now didn’t he? no way was he going to be compared to a venue, even one as popular as the hard rock café, and lose. this was tyson braxton she was with, there was no way he had the lack of confidence to allow a place to outdo him. even if it was a pretty pathetic thing to have a competition against, ty’s brain was having a competition with it regardless and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

brett’s comments only continued to keep a smile on his face as he watched the girl move. she was so different to the other girls. they were all busy being the same; walking, talking and dressing the same. but there was brett who, when they all choose to go right, she went left just to spite them and to prove to them how much more amazing she was. all those other girls were pretty dxmn easy to read and predict but brett, brett kept surprising him and keeping him on his toes. he’d forgotten how much she made him work to keep on her good side, how much fun he’d had winding her up before caving into her. something about her made a guy want more. watching her with the pool stick almost made her seem dangerous in the whole, i’m going to knock you flat sense. whatever the girl lacked in height she made up for with attitude. and then out came the childish brett, tongue and all. brow quirked as he considered his options. show off his abilities at pool or be really nice, inflate he ego and let her win?

as it turned out it really didn’t matter what he had suggested. brett was not a pool player. of course she had managed to get those first two balls in, and a few here and there, but even some of his more shocking shots seemed to represent her better ones – from his observations anyway. however, considering it was brett and how little she probably played pool, she wasn’t exactly hopeless at playing it – he was just a little more experienced one could suppose. a few times he came up behind her and adjusted her position a little, lined her stick up with a ball in a different way but contact with her never lasted long. he just shifted her and then wondered off around the table, eyes fixed to the balls as if working out his next move. every now and then gaze shifted over to brett, watching as she got a little more tipsy with each drink. after his third beer tyson had got a gin and tonic but kept it at that. keeping a clear, and perhaps somewhat empty, head for the sake of making sure the day went by without too much drama. he only thought that because there couldn’t possibly be a day with brett that didn’t involve the slightest amount of drama in one shape or form.

forty minutes and three balls left, he was also beginning to tire of the game. during that time he had made a bathroom trip on the sly and made a call home. by now, the maid should have been able to throw together ty’s plans and the butler should have placed all ty’s requests in his car using the spare set of keys he left at home. by way brett’s manner had changed he guessed she wasn’t a fan of pool anymore (if she ever had been to begin with) and her following words only confirmed the thought. "it’s not that bad but you are." playful grin spread over lips as he quickly came around and removed the pool cue from her reach, before she could resist and use the thing against him. just after he put the things away however, she came around and placed her arms around him. rather unexpectedly she also kissed his cheek. looking down at the brunette he just kept a casual smile on his face. it was so tempting to slip his hands around her waist but she distracted him but mentioning the waitress. glancing up, lips parted to allow a response to what she had to say. "or maybe you keep ordering from her and she knows it. but come on then, let’s get out of here." a hand casually went to her hip as he began to walk them towards the door.

once out, he steered her towards where he had his car parked. she wouldn’t need her car anyway, no way she was driving with the amount of alcohol she had floating around inside her. "i’m just going to grab something out of my car and then we can head down to the park." there was no way he’d be able to get her there without an explanation. coming to the black jag he popped open the boot, thankfully the staff his parents hired were good at doing their job and what he’d wanted was all there waiting for him. grabbing the basket he turned around and held it up to brett while closing the boot again. "picnic lunch, courtesy of teresa." the braxton maid did some of her best work in the kitchen. low fat yogurt, chicken or turkey sandwiches and a light salad were perfect for the brett he knew a year ago.

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[brett paige kite]

i'll bleed my heart out just to show
that i won't let you go.

maybe alcohol always did the trick, because right now, brett wasn't overthinking, overanalyzing, or overobsessing like she usually was. in fact, there weren't many things swirling around in her head, except if she could get away with drinking another martini without becoming flat out drunk. she was starting to doubt herself , letting go of the boy as she stared thoughtfully at the pool table. so that meant he won, didn't it? damn it. she actually wanted to prove she was good at something. something she didn't usually do. but of course, brett just had to screw it up; even though she wasn't much of a pool player anyway. she forgot all her troubles for a moment, smiling at the boy beside her as she rocked back and forth on her feet. it's not that bad but you are. brett gasped. "no i'm not.. my stick just wasn't working right," she said, a bit miffed that she couldn't be good at everything. being a perfectionist was what she did best most of the time, even if it did get annoying. even to her. a hand had been placed on her waist as he spoke again. or maybe you keep ordering from her and she knows it. but come on then, let’s get out of here. brett chose not to argue, for the first time in her life, pleased that things were going her way. so she watched as the waitress steered directions, then walked along beside tyson, not really even aware of the physical contact between them. instead of going in the direction of her car, which was parked just a few spots away, they were walking in the opposite direction.

brett became more confused then she already was, looking back at the shiny car and wondering if he was actually considering walking home. nuh-uh, not in these heels. "where are we go-.." her voice cut off when she spotted his car, in all it's glory, suddenly a few feet from them. well, wasn't that smart. she wasn't exactly in the condition to drive. i’m just going to grab something out of my car and then we can head down to the park. brett wasn't paying attention, but she did catch a few words and watched as he digged around in his car for something.

her smile turned into a grin as he held up a picnic basket. picnic lunch, courtesy of teresa. "that's sweet. thank you," she managed to say sincerely, a thousand thoughts suddenly bouncing around in her head. brett bounced up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek again, before wishing she had the guts to tell him that she wasn't over him. but that'd have to wait. especially when she wasn't tipsy and willing to say anything that would break the silence. it always took a lot for people to impress her, but that had never really been the case for tyson. sure, he had to get on her good side but every little detail he did, like this for example, reminded her of how much she wasn't over him. sigh. just when she was starting to move on, he popped up in her life again. brett looked at the picnic basket, at tyson and then to the car. "let's get going then," she smiled, skipping over to the passenger seat.

[tyson dean braxton]

{ tyson braxton !

excuse me i really didn't mean to ramble on
but there's a lot of feelings that remain
since you're been gone
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ty had the pleasure of enjoying brett’s reaction to his little tease about her pool’s playing skills, or there lack of. he was fully away of how the girl adored being fantastic at everything and how annoyed the perfectionist would be about not being able to beat him at pool. but he had way more experience than she was so he couldn’t understand why she could not accept the idea that she couldn’t always rock at everything. tyson braxton did however, adore that about brett kite. her determination was admirable and her stubborn mind oddly adorable.

eyes followed her as she moved around his car. amused look on face at the way she moved, like she was some carefree little girl who skipped everywhere she went because she looked forward to her destination so much. "you know, the park is only a block and a bit away. we’ll walk it, neither of us are fit to drive." there was a reason why he took the basket out of the car. with a quick push of a button, the car was locked and tyson braxton turned and began walking away. brett would catch up, even in those heels. she might not like it but she’d live, the girl would probably out live them all in spite.

hopefully, however, this idea would not ruin her alcohol induced good mood. and if the walk did do so, then she’d forgive him once she got some food in her. he guessed brett had probably drunk all that on an empty stomach or the alcohol wouldn’t have gone right through her like that. head turned slightly, just barely able to catch the sight of miss brett kite over his shoulder. "i promise today will be worth your while." he called over his shoulder. easy stride settled into a manner that wasn’t going to change for her anytime soon.

with a little push and pull the pair ended up at central park. tyson grinned adoringly at his brunette companion. "now that wasn’t so bad now was it." the inflection on his words ensured the question was said as a statement, there would be no need for brett to reply. but, no doubt, she would want to add a sarcastic comment regardless of how he had said those words. as soon as they started walking through the park, boy’s mind turned to autopilot and went directly to where they had always spent their time when they went there. a large, eighty year old oak that was off in its own private area of the public park. it supplied a perfect amount of shade and yet was surrounded by a good amount of lush, green grass. putting the basket down and laying out the picnic rug, tyson settled himself down before looking up at brett while taking out the various items of food teresa had specially made for them. "just like old times huh?" ok, so they only really ever bothered going to the park on special occasions but the first time they’d spoken for a year seemed like a special enough occasion for something like this. matching her gaze for gaze tyson braxton couldn’t help but think about how much he missed moments like this with brett.

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