I followed a writing prompt and came up with this story. If you missed the first part you can read it below:
Room By Room Part 2
Brandy was very taken with Tom, he was unlike any other man she had ever met, and that rareness pulled her in quickly. He was the first man that didn’t compliment her looks, he still hadn’t, instead he complimented her talent, which in this case was her cooking, he complimented her intelligence, her taste in movies and music, and her kindness. She appreciated that, it meant he saw so much more than just her physical appearance, he actually saw her. A part of her hoped he found her attractive, and she hoped he’d tell her one day, maybe the next time she’s dressed up or the next time he sees her bright smile.
About a week had passed since their first date and she couldn’t stop thinking of him. She had noticed him right away, she remembered the first night he came into her bar. She remembered thinking he had the prettiest eyes she had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome, maybe not by society’s standards, but he was the man of her dreams. He had shared some of his writing with her, and she couldn’t get over how beautifully he could write, he was also an artist, and a fabulous cook. She wondered if he could dance or play guitar, she wasn’t sure she could handle it if he had all of her weaknesses.
She was petrified as she felt herself falling. She had been betrayed by someone she never thought would betray her, and the pain of that betrayal is still very much a part of her, but she has always been an all or nothing type of girl, so if she agreed to give herself to Tom, he would have to understand her pain, he would have to be patient because she refuses to give him just the best of her, he would get all of her, every flaw, every mistake, every bad decision she ever made. He would see her clumsiness, how she trips over air, runs into walls, and hurts herself on a daily basis. He would see her weird little quirks, like how she slides around the linoleum in her socks, or when she’s barefoot she slaps her feet against it because she likes the way it sounds. He would see her laugh hysterically over cheesy jokes, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he would find her sense of humor endearing or just weird. Would he think she was fun or would he run away screaming. Does he even really think of her, she still wasn’t exactly sure where she stood with him.
The truth is Brandy needs to be saved from herself. She’s kind and compassionate to everyone except herself, she continues to beat herself up over and over again. She puts unrealistic expectations on herself and then gets so disappointed when she doesn’t achieve said expectations. She turns to anything that will comfort her, and she found herself wanting him to be her source of comfort instead of a bottle of wine.
What Brandy didn’t realize was that Tom was more like her than she thought, and it was possible that he needed her to save him just as much as she needed him to save her, but neither of them knew it. Both of them have felt the sting of betrayal, both of them have known the pain of giving a love that was not reciprocated as fully as it was given, and both of them have always wanted someone that would always be in their corner.
Brandy was tired of hiding parts of herself away and she wanted Tom to fall in love with her, but she wanted him to fall in love with all of her and her many layers, so she continued to spew all of her mistakes, all of the bad decisions she’s made, her lost friendships, her regrets, her imperfections, and like the gentleman he is, Tom sat at the table across from her, listening to everything she had to say. When she was finally finished he grabbed her hands.
“Don’t you dare look down at the floor, look at me sweetheart.”
She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the worst.
“How can you not know that I’m crazy about you? How do you not know that I lie awake every night thinking about a future with you? You wonder if I ever really think about you, my dear, the truth is I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the first time you told me hello.”
Brandy had tears falling from her eyes, but the smile on her face told Tom that she was happy with his choice of words.
He wiped her tears away with his thumbs.”I want to learn everything there is to know about you, Brandy. I want to peel off every single layer that makes you, and I want to learn every single layer intimately. I want to learn what your passions are, your pet peeves, what makes you tick. I want to know what drives you crazy, what your guilty pleasures are. I want to learn all of your favorites, I want to learn how to win your heart.”
“You already have, I couldn’t help falling for you, even if I wanted to. I want to learn everything there is to know about you as well. I want you to teach me about the sports I don’t know, and I want to impress you with my knowledge of baseball and football. I want to know what music you listen to when you need inspiration, I want to know what you were like as a child. I want late night conversations where I can ask you anything, even if it’s something completely random and doesn’t make much sense. I want to dance around my kitchen with you when it’s the middle of the day and we’re passing each other by to refill our coffee.”
She was nervous and so she started to ramble once again about all of the things that were wrong with her and how she’s a mess, but Tom pulled her by her waist and dropped his gaze to her lips and she couldn’t form a coherent thought, let along actually speak. He leaned in slowly, gently pressing his plump lips to hers, and the kiss was soft, sweet, and he tasted like sweet tobacco and mint. She wrapped her hands around his neck, caressing the back of his head. He pulled her even closer and deepened the kiss, his hand roaming up her neck and into her hair, she had never felt so loved and desired by anyone. She had never been kissed like that, and it was the best kiss of her life.
“Where have you been all my life?” She asked him.
He chuckled.. “Too far away from you my love, but I promise, in the next life I will find you sooner.”
She smiled and placed her head on his shoulder. He ran his fingers through her hair, while his other hand gently rubbed her back. She wanted to freeze time and make this moment last, she didn’t want him to let her go.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Another week had passed and she was standing in her kitchen baking Christmas cookies. She was dancing around in her Christmas leggings and a white tank top, her hair was pulled up on her head, she wasn’t wearing any make up, and she was sliding around in her Christmas socks as she grabbed the ingredients she needed, unaware of Tom’s gaze. He was leaning against the entry way, his weight shifted on his right leg as his left one crossed over it. His arms were folded and he was enjoying the show she was unknowingly putting on for him. He walked in the kitchen, clearing his throat to make his presence known. She smiled up at him and he walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“I love you like this, completely natural, dancing around your kitchen, you look so adorable in your Christmas outfit.”
“You think I’m adorable?”
He laughs, “Of course I do. I think you’re beautiful.” He kisses her temple and turns her so she’s facing him. You really didn’t know?”
“I assumed you must think I’m pretty, but I wasn’t actually sure.”
He kissed her gently. “My dear, sweet Brandy, every man on the planet thinks your beautiful. I’m still wondering how out of all the men in the world, your eyes found mine.”
“My eyes have nothing to do with it, darling, my heart has been beating to the tune of yours for my entire life. I’m just glad I finally found you.”
They spent the remainder of the day dancing in her kitchen, baking cookies, and acting like the fools they are. Brandy couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face as he held her close to him. Finally, she was home.
To be continued…
This is the song I imagined Brandy dancing to:
Kristian L. Weigman