Brandon was in his backyard, resting against the rough bark of the tree that he had been around since when he was a child, and letting the sunshine filter through the lacy leaves, and onto his upturned face. He sighed, content with the silence that did not come often; he may have preferred social interaction, but after a rough day of threats from Tyler and his thugs, he was just happy to be able to relax.
When all you got to keep is strong!
Move along, move along like I know you do!
And even when your hope is gone!
Move along, move-
The song, "Move Along," by the All-American Rejects rang out from his cell phone, muffled by his pants pocket. He made a noise of frustration at the interruption, dug out his phone, flipped it open, said, "Hello?"
"Hi, Brandon Hall," came the discomforted voice of Sharon.
This brought him to rigid attention, his ears perking at the tone of her voice. "Hey, Sharon. What's up?" he asked, trying not to sound too concerned.
"Not much. Um..."
Stammering? he thought, worry sneaking up on him. Sharon didn't stammer.
"Listen, I just wanted to say thank you, for your offer. But... I don't think I can go out with you tomorrow night." Sad. Her voice sounded hurt, upset, barely controlled.
"What d'you mean? Why?" He focused on keeping his tone even, gentle.
"I... heard some things. And, well, I don't want to be your tool for some... petty revenge scheme!" She spat the word, "revenge," her voice cracking.
"What did you here?" Brandon asked, pale fear winding around his nerves.
"Just... that you only asked me out because you want to make Lisa jealous."
He flinched at the spoken truth, but had to fight this to the root. "Who told you that?"
She was silent for a moment, as if she were reconsidering her source of information, even as she said it. "Felicia Morgan."
"Sharon, you should know that you can't trust Felicia!" he said, relieved that he had a firm base for rebuilding his case. "She'll do anything for Lisa, and Lisa would do anything to get back at me for the break-up. They're only trying to hurt you," he said, his voice concerned only for her.
He heard her sigh. She said, "Okay. I guess... I can give you a second chance. I'll go out with you Friday."
"Thanks, Sharon. I'll see you tomorrow." They said their goodbye's, he shut his phone, smiled. Crisis averted.
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