Teenage Love

When Brandon came back from straightening his hair, he asked what else was planned for today. "I don't know" She smiled. "What do you want to do?" Camden smiled, once again, and ran over to him and jumped on him.
[ like this: but less sexual.

"I honestly freaking love you. You are the most important thing in my life. I couldn't imagine losting you. Ever." Then she hopped down and grabbed an ice pop from the freezer.

(Aww! That is too cute!)



As soon as she jumped on him, Brandon smiled and wrapped his arms around Camden, gazing at her in a loving way. "You're NEVER gonna lose me, believe me," he laughed, kissing her. When she hopped off, he went back to his room to retrieve his phone, but not before checking to see if he had any new messages, which he didn't. Yet again, that was something out of the ordinary. He quickly began tapping the screen of the iPhone, texting Kelly the quick words: 'Something's wrong and you need to tell me what.'

Shoving the phone in his pocket, he went back into the living room where Camden was. "I guess we just go to your gymnastics when it's time to, then be prepared for Kelly to show up...but I don't understand why he didn't already. I reckon we should do some stalking like he did to us and drop by his apartment building."



Jumping when he heard his phone vibrating on the hardwood floor, Kelly opened his eyes, and winced in pain as the sunlight intruded his pupils. Using up some of his precious energy, he extended his arm to grab the phone, then unlocked the screen to read the message from Brandon. 'Something's wrong and you need to tell me what.' Chuckling softly, he squeezed the phone. Looking back at the screen, he typed in the words 'I think I'm dying.'

After two minutes of tapping at the letters, he pressed send, then set the phone down gently. Closing his eyes once more, he waited.

When Bradon Came Back From Getting His iPhone, She Smiled. "Did he call or text?" Camden asked. "We can leave in about and house, because gymnastics only starts in an house and a half, plus i gotta stretch, and shiz." She smiled. "Soo.. What do you want to do until then?" She laughed. "Wait.. so if someone asked who I was.. what would you consider me? Like what would you say?" Then she smiled, yet again, and winced in pain, from her rib, once again.

"No call OR text," Brandon replied to Camden, then sighed. He didn't know what he wanted to do, and the fact that Kelly wasn't calling or texting him was making him a tad anxious, the kind of anxious that you become when you are waiting for bad news in the doctor's office. Looking up as Camden asked her next question, Brandon smirked and went over to her, holding his hand up and tracing the bridge of her nose with his idex finger. "If someone asked me who you were, I would say you are the only girl in the world for me. The only person that can make me smile and mean it." He bit his lip and was about to lean in to kiss her when his phone vibrated.

Feeling his heart rate go up as he took out the phone, he unlocked the screen and read the text. Immediately, he felt disturbed. "What the HELL does this mean?!" he asked, turning the phone around so Camden could see the words 'I think I'm dying' written clear as day. "Is this some sort of stupid prank? I never know what to expect from this guy, I swear."

"Well, that's definitely.. uh.. odd.." Camden replied. Camden furrowed her eyebrows, and looked down. Then she rolled her eyes. She was definitely jealous of the attention Kellan was receiving. "That's not something you should joke about... but i really think my ribs, are damaged.." Camden said, looking at Brandon and his phone.

Brandom has been my first love.. my first kiss... and this Kellan bro, better not ruin it for me. "Oh and to add to my messed up horror story of a life.. I do have an amazing big brother, who actually loves me. Him and my mom are the only people in my family who love me.. But that's a plus!" She said while smiling,

"Well, he has a pretty fucked up sense of humor, so I wouldn't be surprised..." Brandon trailed off, putting his phone back in his pocket. He told himself he had to drop by Kelly's, and soon. If this wasn't a joke and Kelly really was hurt, Brandon wouldn't forgive himself for not helping, even after all the hell he's been through with Kelly. Turning his attention back to Camden, he frowned when he saw the discomfort that her ribs were giving her. "Well, how are you gonna do gymnastics with your ribs like that...?" He asked, placing both of his hands on her petite waist.

He then smiled as Camden mentioned her brother and her mom. "Well. In that case, if I ever meet them, I would hope that they like me. I want to be a part of your life forever--" Brandon stopped speaking as his Uncle Viktor walked in through the front door; he first heard the thumps of his combat boots on the floor, then saw him appear in the hall. "Viktor, how did gambling go?" Brandon asked him, smiling slightly at his uncle. From a glance, people would assume that Viktor was in his early 30s, but as you looked closer, you can see the fine lines in the man's rough face. His blue eyes were the thing that asked for the most attention, clear and welcoming. Viktor was a true Russian.

"Gambling went great, no surprise there," Viktor retorted in a heavy Russian accent, then nodded at Camden. "Finally you bring home a normal-looking human being. I'm sick of seeing that Kelly kid around here," he then said, shaking his head and throwing off his shirt, revealing his muscles and the tribal tattoo on his right arm, which extended down his back. With that being said, Viktor went into his room, shutting the door behind him.

"And THAT, is my Uncle," Brandon announced, smiling. Sometimes, he loved Viktor. That is, when he was sober enough to actually hold a conversation with. But then again, Brandon couldn't judge.

Layla woke up at 12:30. She groaned and sat up, pushing her long black hair out of her eyes and squinting around her room. She stood up and walked to her dresser drawers and threw on her bikini and then walked to her closet and threw on her black cover up. Then Layla grabbed her hairbrush and started blasting My Chemical Romance's "Teenagers" and singing loudly and perfectly in tune as she brushed hair out of her face.

She threw on a pair of flip flops and grabbed her beagle puppy and headed to the beach.

The sun was shining bright on the beaches of -where ever this takes place-. Alex absorbed the warm, rushing water of the shoreline on her painted toes.

"It's a perfect day for the beach." she smiled to herself, looking out to the clear ocean.

Alex smiled lightly to the beautiful, clear ocean ahead of her. The ocean went on for miles until the sky divides it, filling the new landscape with the bright sun and hardly any clouds. She wore a neon blue bikini top, that burned greatly with the color of her hair. Her nice curves were covered in denim jean shorts that were ripped a little around the pockets showing off some skin.

What's a better way for meeting new people in a open environment than the beach? she thought to herself, twirling a lock of her hair with her finger while looking back to the people surrounding her.

"I don't care about my ribs.. I can do it. I've never once missed a practice, and i'm not going to start today." When his uncle walked in, she stood up straight, and acted etiquette. When he said a "Normal-Looking Human Being" She kind of got scared.She had no clue what he meant, but it made her kind of tense. "I love you so much."

Layla walked farther and farther along the beach without paying attention and accidentally ran into Alex. "Oh!. I am so sorry!"

After about ten minutes of waiting, Kelly finally found the strength to fully sit up. "Why the FUCK won't you text me back, you fucking douche bag," he screamed at nothing, knowing that it wouldn't do him any good. Dragging himself out of his room and into the hall, Kelly stumbled as he stood up, then finally found his balance, even though he had to lean against the wall for support. He realized he was sweating and that his face was still hot. "What the fuck, this is ridiculous," he started saying over and over, shaking his head and walking slowly to the living room, where he laid down on the couch. His vision was blurry at the edges, but he quickly got used to it.



Brandon felt the heat rise in his cheeks when Camden told him she loved him. Looking down at the ground, he bit his lip slightly, then looked back up at her. "I love you, too." He glanced at the time on his phone then looked back up at her. "Oh, and if you really think you can practice today, then you should...but I don't want you to do any further damage to your ribs." A worried expression crossed his face as he said this, but was soon replaced by a half-smile. "Wanna go out in the city? I think we should drop by Kelly's house. Maybe he really is in trouble. Who knows. I don't wanna risk anything."

He quickly grabbed the keys to his car off the coffee table, then shoved them in his back pocket which also contained his phone.

Alex tilted her body to the left, controlling her balance. She made eye contact with a attractive blonde girl with black highlights all around her hair. She was wearing a black and purple bikini that fitted her body perfectly.

She smiled at her, with a nervous tone. "I-It's okay." God I suck at talking to people. "What's your name?"

"L-Layla." She smiled shyly. God really?! already stuttering? get a grip Layla!

Alex heard her stuttered, and let out a quick smile. "What a pretty name! It suits you well." she said with a joyful tone. "My name is Alex, it was nice bumping into you."

"Alright.. Did i do something wrong?.."She said as he looked at the ground after the 'i love you' incident. "But, I don't know if i can really do gymnastics today.." She took a deep breath. "After we go check on this guy.. Do you want to go to the beach?" She asked Brandon. Camden didn't want to check on this boy, because he was a total loser. Then she looked up at him. "Pweeze?" She asked. " Personally, i don't really think I want to see this boy, because, he kind of scares me...you know what i mean? He reminds me of some kind of scam artist.."

Layla smiled uncertainly. "heh.... Your's is pretty as well. And Yeah, I'm glad it was you and not some scary girl.." She grinned playfully.

Alex laughed when she hear 'some scary girl' from Layla's mouth.

"You're funny, but I'm almost glad I met you." She slid her hands into her shorts' pockets. "I don't really have 'friends' due to I freak so people out with my hair or looks." she cracked small grin. "But it's fun meeting new people, isn't it? The weird rush you get when you think of what to say."

Brandon raised his eyebrow, confusion crossing his pale face. "No, of course you didn't! I'm just so not used to someone saying that to me," he smiled, taking both of Camden's hands in his own. "And I don't blame you if you don't want to do gymnastics today. You might end up getting hurt even more, and I do NOT want that. And of course I wanna go to the beach with you..."

He could tell that Camden was really shaken up by Kelly. In fact, he wasn't surprised at all. Kellan had been a big reason why Brandon hadn't been able to make any friends; it was his anger and jealousy that cast people out of his life. Of course Brandon couldn't blame it all on Kelly, though, his own constant hunt for drugs and alcohol had also left him in an anti-social ditch. "Don't worry, babe, it's going to be fine. And he IS a scam artist..a sleazy, disturbing con artist who is also bipolar," Brandon sighed, looking at Camden. But whether he wanted to believe it or not, it was his responsibility to make sure that Kelly wouldn't end up for dead.

Layla cracked another smile. "I don't talk.. So i don't have any friends.. I never know what to say.. So this is weird for me.."

"I know what you mean." Alex giggled as she tried to block the sun from her eyes. "I'm not much of a talker, if you don't catch my attention."
She glanced at Layla and simply let go of another smile from her rosy lips. "You're really pretty and look like an amazing person, once you get to know them."

Layla giggled. "Nah.. You are way prettier. and Yeah. haha... I like you!"

Alex ruffled her hair a little and let out a soft laugh. "Thank you, but I'm not."
Her eyes widen at Layla as the words 'i like you' rolled out of her mouth. "Really?" she smiled, kept herself from hugging her in a tight grip. "I like you too! God, I'm glad I came to the beach today! Find myself a heck of a friend."

Layla's smile radiated from her face. wow.. so this is what it's like to have a friend.. "Yeah. Me too. umm.. here's my number." (http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbvi ... number.jpg) SHe giggled.


(it was her real number)

[Alright xD I was like, damn did she give me an false number? xD]

She folded the napkin into her pocket, while smiling at her new friend. "What now, buddy?" Ha, I haven't said that in a while!

(xD only pic i could find)


Layla thought for a minute. Her puppy wriggled in her arms. "grr.. Button calm down!. Um.. we can swim or something?" Sh let Button down, who immediately sniffed Alex and wagged her tail.