it's a date - taylor

[brandon matthew allen]

the time was five forty, which left brandon with twenty minutes to clean the house up alittle bit, before jessica came over. brandon was known for his charming ways, he had three girls on his plate. he charmed his way into anyone's heart, but charming your way into his heart, well, that takes real practice. he ran around, turning in circles, setting up the living room with candles, the lights were dim, then making his way up to the bedroom. he made sure everything was clean, and neat, none of his gross laundry that he had to catch up on was out. he moved down stairs, checking the food in the oven.

brandon basically always went way too overboard when jessica came over, but that was him for you. he went over the limit to impress a girl. he sniffed the food in the oven. it was done. he was making, oven fresh baked macorni and cheese. okay, not the fanciest, but always the best. he grabbed the mit, taking the pan out, and placed it on the oven. he took the mit off his hand, and went to setting up the dinner table. when, jessica came over, he didn't just have sex with her. he made dinner, only to be polite, and then made a comfy scenory in the living room, for a candle light movie time, and then it always moved right on to his bedroom. he smirked, and placed two plates across from eachother on his dinning room table. he walked to the living room, picking up anything he left. checking the clock in the livingroom, five fifty. he had ten minutes. he ran to his bedroom, checking himself in the mirror.

brandon was wearing a simple botton down blue shirt, and a white undershirt, and black jean shorts, and his nikes. it was pretty simple, and easy going. he ran his fingers through his hair, and checked it to make sure it was utterly perfect. brandon was really ocd about how it looked, and it had to be just perfect. he smirked, and then walked to the living room. with five minutes to spare, brandon crashed down on the couch, to wait for his beautiful cougar to show up..