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Poker Face
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Its definitely not finished yet, theres a lot left to do. its for a very prestigious competition. If you could critique it, or just say what you think of it that would be SO greatly appreciated. Thank you!
Secrets
"Come on please tell me the big secret. Tomorrow we will have been dating for two years, and you still refuse to tell me!" Brooke looked up still leaning against her boyfriends chest, a spot that had grown quite comfortable over the years.
Brandon sighed and looked out at the beach front condominium they had purchased almost a year ago. Fierce waves threatened to crash against the window, but Brandon watched calmly as he stroked his girlfriends long bleach blonde dyed hair.
"I told you, it's not something you want to know."
"Have you been cheating on me?" Brooke challenged.
"Of course not. You already asked that."
"Do you have a kid that I don't know about? Little Brandon Junior?"
"No," Brandon chuckled.
"Well then tell me already!" Brooke persisted, her blue eyes sparkling with curiousity.
"Look, tomorrow there will be plenty of surprises in store. I'm going to be...romantic," Brandon gagged, "The secret can wait until another time, can't it?"
Brooke knew what a hassle it was for him to get a day off from work, and how much effort he probably put into tomorrow even though he thought romance was for cheeseballs and saps. She considered letting it go, but being the business girl that she was, she decided to bargain.
"Yes, and that other time can be after our lovely day tomorrow. What do you say?"
Brandon placed his hand under his chin, resembling the The Thinker sculpture by Auguste Rodin as he pondered deeply.
"Fine," he agreed reluctantly. He figured by now he should be able to tell Brooke anything. This relationship afterall was his longest in the twenty four years he'd been alive. She would accept the secret and the relationship would only grow stronger. So why was it so hard to tell her?
"I love you," Brooke yawned and stood up from the sofa, interupting Brandon's thoughts. "Are you coming to bed soon?"
"I'm going to go downstairs to the gym. I'll be up in a little bit."
"Alright," Brooke replied a little sadly, then head slowly down the hallway into their bedroom.
Blocking out the desolate tone in her voice, Brandon rushed down the three flights of stairs to the condominium gym not even bothering to change out of his flip flops. He figured he wouldn't need running shoes, all he wanted to do was lift weights. Maybe that would get rid of the nervousness, and the shame of the secret.
He wasn't surprised when he found the gym empty since it was eleven o' clock in the evening. He picked up sixty pound dumbells in each hand, lay flat on the weight lifting bench and closed his eyes as he brought his arms straight above his head. Over and over again he persisted, and when it began to strain his muscles he only went faster, feeling the pain in the center of his chest. He tried over and over to lift it out, but it stayed. He couldn't forget about it, no matter how many drugs he had done in the past, they hadn't wiped the memory away.
"It's over," he reminded himself as he grunted his way through several more sets. "It was forever ago. When I tell her she'll just laugh it off, quit stressing about it man."
Unable to do anymore lifts, he dropped the weights with a loud thud, and sat up out of breath. He looked down to see that his hands were trembling and squeezed them together loudly cracking his bones. In his mind he could see himself taking off on his motorcycle and getting the hell away without any explanation.
Not knowing where he'd be going would be better than having to see the look on her face once the words came out of his mouth.
No, he wouldn't leave like he normally did with girls. This time he would open up like all of his friends had been urging him too. This time he wouldn't keep her out, two years was too long to throw away.
Secrets
"Come on please tell me the big secret. Tomorrow we will have been dating for two years, and you still refuse to tell me!" Brooke looked up still leaning against her boyfriends chest, a spot that had grown quite comfortable over the years.
Brandon sighed and looked out at the beach front condominium they had purchased almost a year ago. Fierce waves threatened to crash against the window, but Brandon watched calmly as he stroked his girlfriends long bleach blonde dyed hair.
"I told you, it's not something you want to know."
"Have you been cheating on me?" Brooke challenged.
"Of course not. You already asked that."
"Do you have a kid that I don't know about? Little Brandon Junior?"
"No," Brandon chuckled.
"Well then tell me already!" Brooke persisted, her blue eyes sparkling with curiousity.
"Look, tomorrow there will be plenty of surprises in store. I'm going to be...romantic," Brandon gagged, "The secret can wait until another time, can't it?"
Brooke knew what a hassle it was for him to get a day off from work, and how much effort he probably put into tomorrow even though he thought romance was for cheeseballs and saps. She considered letting it go, but being the business girl that she was, she decided to bargain.
"Yes, and that other time can be after our lovely day tomorrow. What do you say?"
Brandon placed his hand under his chin, resembling the The Thinker sculpture by Auguste Rodin as he pondered deeply.
"Fine," he agreed reluctantly. He figured by now he should be able to tell Brooke anything. This relationship afterall was his longest in the twenty four years he'd been alive. She would accept the secret and the relationship would only grow stronger. So why was it so hard to tell her?
"I love you," Brooke yawned and stood up from the sofa, interupting Brandon's thoughts. "Are you coming to bed soon?"
"I'm going to go downstairs to the gym. I'll be up in a little bit."
"Alright," Brooke replied a little sadly, then head slowly down the hallway into their bedroom.
Blocking out the desolate tone in her voice, Brandon rushed down the three flights of stairs to the condominium gym not even bothering to change out of his flip flops. He figured he wouldn't need running shoes, all he wanted to do was lift weights. Maybe that would get rid of the nervousness, and the shame of the secret.
He wasn't surprised when he found the gym empty since it was eleven o' clock in the evening. He picked up sixty pound dumbells in each hand, lay flat on the weight lifting bench and closed his eyes as he brought his arms straight above his head. Over and over again he persisted, and when it began to strain his muscles he only went faster, feeling the pain in the center of his chest. He tried over and over to lift it out, but it stayed. He couldn't forget about it, no matter how many drugs he had done in the past, they hadn't wiped the memory away.
"It's over," he reminded himself as he grunted his way through several more sets. "It was forever ago. When I tell her she'll just laugh it off, quit stressing about it man."
Unable to do anymore lifts, he dropped the weights with a loud thud, and sat up out of breath. He looked down to see that his hands were trembling and squeezed them together loudly cracking his bones. In his mind he could see himself taking off on his motorcycle and getting the hell away without any explanation.
Not knowing where he'd be going would be better than having to see the look on her face once the words came out of his mouth.
No, he wouldn't leave like he normally did with girls. This time he would open up like all of his friends had been urging him too. This time he wouldn't keep her out, two years was too long to throw away.