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This is all from Wilson's POV! This is kind of like the order of the music videos but what wilson is thinking and saying…also this is my first fanfic so sorry if it's a little weird or whatever! I'm probably gonna be slowly adding new chapters whenever I feel like it, but I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading 🩷
With Love,
-alice rose <3
1st update, 7/6/26
Hello all! I have written chapter 2 and I am looking forward to writing the 3rd! I have looked through and fixed my grammatical errors and whatever needed fixing.
Enjoy reading!
With Love,
-alice rose <3
PS. there’s refrences…youll know when u see ;)
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Chapter 1
“Do you wanna go for a bike ride?”
There is his. That's my brando. I've been in love with him for as long as I can remember. Sometimes I wonder if he's in love with me too, but I don't want to get my hopes up. We're in Texas after all.
“Sure, let's go.” I put down my guitar and throw on my shoes. I wait for him downstairs with the little dog. I remember we had given him a bath yesterday. He still smelled like primrose shampoo.
Brando walked down the stairs with that same look in his hazel eyes. Like he wants to say something but he's not sure if he should. Sometimes I wonder if he has anything to say, but that's for his mind only. It's not my business to know unless he tells me.
“You ready?” He says it in his sweet caramel voice. I love it so much.
“Yep.” I get up and open the door. I find my bike on the ground and pick it up. I watch him pick it up and get on it. He looks so peaceful.
“Race ya to the river!” He says it with that challenging tone. So I put my game face on and start riding.
When I ride with Brando I feel so free, like I don't have a care in the world. I never have a care in the world when I'm with him. Besides caring about him of course.
I feel the wind run on my face and race through my hair. I look at Brando and watch him ride. He looks so happy. I love it when he smiles. He smiles a lot when he's with me. But so do I, so I don't really know if it's anything special.
We arrived at the river. The dog runs in, of course. So now we have a wet dog on our hands. But I don't mind, because it's just an excuse to help Bran wash it again.
“Wanna come in with me?” He offers his hand. Hes never done that before… why is he doing it?
“Not yet, I dont know if I wanna swim today.” I say it in a quiet tone. The truth is, I really do to swim, but i dont want to turn into a blushing mess like I always do when we swim together.
“Suit yourself.” He takes off his shirt. I try to look away but…hes just so beautiful. His body looks like a Greek God. He is a Greek god. He's my Greek god.
I watch him climb on that tree to jump in. He jumps in. The water splashes me a bit, but I don't mind. It feels refreshing.
He submerges from the water and looks at me. He splashes me and I shield myself with my hand and back up. I find myself laughing and smiling. It's so cute when he does things like that.
He pulls me into the water. I get totally soaked head to toe. “Hey!!!” I pretend to be mad, but I couldn't be mad about that. It's so hot out, it's quite refreshing actually.
“You know you love it.” He pulls me close by my waist. My face is only about an inch to two away from his. I look his face up and down and I see he's doing the same to mine.
We kind of just stay like that for a bit until I back away to float on my back in the river. I pretend to be nonchalant and okay but in my head im like “OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD WE WERE SO CLOSE WE WERE SO CLOSE WE WERE SO CLOSE”
I wonder what is going on in his head, cuz that wasn't a friendly gesture whatsoever…
But i dont mind it…
He just doesn't know that.
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Chapter 2
The sun was setting. It had cast an orange-pink glow across the horizon, and made the water glow. All of a sudden, Brando spoke.
“We should probably head back now, I have a shift tonight at the shack. It should only be a couple hours, so you can stay if you want.”
“Okay, let's go.” I swim over to shore and get out of the water. I grab my towel and dry off. I shake the extra water out of my hair. When I do that it gives it a nice poofy look when it's dry, and I like it a lot. Bran gets out of the water. I watch the water drip down his face as he wipes it off. It creates a cast that glows around him I think only I can see. I wonder if that's how it is when you're in love, when you see your interest simply just existing, you perceive it in the most weird way. Like, anything they do you just adore. No matter what, even if it's something as simple as walking out of the water after a swim, or petting the wet dog. It's captivating.
I put my shirt on and get on my bike. I watch Brando put his shirt on and get on his bike. He looks so focused, almost like he's focused on something…or someone?
But it doesn't matter, that's not for me to know.
“Race ya?” I look at him with a smirk on my face, hoping he will say yes.
“Of course.”
We rode down that same road. The same road where we have spent many moments together, and made many more.
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Hours pass. It's now 11 pm at the shack. I've been bored out of my mind. I was hoping I could possibly come inside, but apparently I'm not allowed.
I wasn't expecting this to happen, otherwise I would have brought my Walkman and headphones so I wouldn't be as bored, but I don't have them. And it's so annoying.
I look over to see he is serving someone, a girl that looks…oddly familiar.
Oh no.
No way.
It's Heather.
I can't stand Heather. It's not like she's ever done anything wrong to me, it's just that she's so nice it pisses me off. Back in high school Bran used to have a thing for her, and i know he cant help who he loves but i cant help it either because I love him.
Sometimes I couldn't tell if Heather was playing with his feelings and whatnot, or if she was just being that stupid nice that she always is.
I watch for just a sec and it almost seems like he's…flirting with her? He told me he doesn't like her anymore, but if he doesn't then…what is he doing?
I walk away. I walk far far away. I can't help but feel sad at what I had just witnessed. I can feel my eyes well up, but no tears come out. They never do.
I take the long way home. I want to try and distract myself, but I just can't.
I take the keys out of my pocket and unlock the door. I noticed that the window was open. A moth flew in, but I didn't mind it. I leave it open.
I walk upstairs and undress to take a quick shower.
When I feel the water run down my body and face, I feel better, but melancholy still lingers in the air around me.
I shut off the water and grab a towel. I dab my face and wrap it around my waist.
After some minutes of lingering in the bathroom messing around with my hair and whatnot, I walk into my bedroom and change into some boxers. I sit on my bed and think about random things.
What is it gonna be like when summer is over?
Is this summer going to be different? Or same as every other, where we mess around and swim?
Will we keep in touch?
I don't know.
But there's no reason to fret, right?
I turn the light off and tuck in.
I finally rest my eyes and relax.
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I wake up at 10 am from a sleep that felt like one of the best i have had in a while, I open my eyes and look out the window,
But only to find Brando in bed with me.
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