Song Above: Crazy Love Future Animals

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"I'm so glad that monster is no longer on the streets," Brody said playing with my hair as it sprawled across his lap.

We were back at my house since it was now too late to go back to school, besides it was nice to be alone with him.

I could sense the relief and hint of sadness in his tone. I looked up at his face, I could only see half and it was upside down, but his eyes were staring off into space, a thousand thoughts swirling through them.

I chewed my lip, wanting so desperately to tell him what I knew. But every time I went to spill the secrets, it was as if an impeccable force was stopping me. Not even a force, a person.

That guards threats were still very raw and true. This was far beyond a bunch of teenagers and I'd never lived with myself if I got Brody in trouble because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

I'd have to take this to the grave if it meant keeping Brody out of one.

"What did that guard say to you before we left?" He asked, his brow cocked and I felt myself sink. I really hoped he hadn't noticed.

I shrugged trying to play it cool, "He just told me to watch your back and make sure you didn't do anything else that was stupid, he didn't wanna see you behind bars anytime soon," I lied through my teeth and hated it.

"I have no reason to do anything like that again, but damn It was so satisfying punching that pricks face," His lips twisted up into a bitter smile, "I hope he rots in there," He gently brushed my hair away from my forehead, his eyes still staring out, "We'll see the jury and judges verdict in court, I just hope they seem him for what he truly is,"

I didn't say a word and allowed him to speak. He was never one for expressing his emotions so when he did I cherished them, knowing and feeling proud that I was the only one he felt like he could share them with.

He let out a sigh and looked down at me, "It's weird, I thought seeing the man who killed my mom would bring some closure or some sort of justice and I'd feel less sad, but I just feel empty,"

I scanned his face, his features, the arch of his dark brows and the sculpted Cupid bow on his lips. The tiny scar above his eyebrow and the faint distinction of freckles on his nose. The sharp edge of his jawline and the high cheekbones that compliment his face.

He was beautiful.

Beautifully lost and pure.

"You are too hard on yourself, you've been through a lot B, take some time to let it sink it," I reached my hand out and placed my palm on his cheek. The slight stumble forming tickled my skin but I didn't care. He leant into it and closed his eyes.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," He murmured and I didn't know whether I was supposed to have heard it.

We stayed like that for a few minutes and I could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart filling out the silence in the room.

I counted the beat, one, two, one, two. Trying to memories the pattern and store it deep in the wretches of my brain. His heart beating meant that he was alive and here, I didn't want it to ever stop.

He opened his eyes, his whiskey irises warm and bright as he looked down at me. They traced my face, falling onto my lips, then flickering back to my eyes.

My breath hitched in my throat as that familiar feeling of want surged through my veins.

Slowly he leant forward, stopping inches away from my lips. They brushed against my own, only ever so lightly but I wanted more. As if he read my thoughts, I sucked in a harsh breath as he crashed his lips against mine.

I almost wanted to laugh, it was as if we were doing a re-enactment of the first-ever spider man with Tobey Maguire.

I was laying with my head in his lap so when he kissed me it was upside down but that didn't stop the intensity of the kiss. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer and I let out a small moan when he nibbled my bottom lip. The butterflies in my stomach were chaotic, swarming in the pit of my stomach. I could feel his hardness against my head, and in a weird way it turned me on.

A thought entered my mind and I pulled back from the kiss. He looked at me, flustered, confused and his cheeks were a plush pink.

Swiftly, I span around so I was now facing his lap, straddling his legs, I pulled my hair into a ponytail with the band on my wrist and I looked up at him through the thickness of my lashes.

As the realisation dawned on him, his lips curled into a smirk and his eyes were a fiery pit of hunger.

"Ivy," He breathed, his voice huskier than normal.

Without taking my eyes away from his, I slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his knee's, which revealed his black Calvin Klein boxers and the hardness pressing against it.

His hooded brown eyes were intense on my face and I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. I slowly trailed my finger up his leg, stopping short at the top of his thigh and heard him take a large intake of breath. I moved my finger in a circular motion making sure I took a teasingly slow pace and then leant forward brushing my lips against the soft spot at the start of his boxers.

"You're killing me," He whispered, his voice raspy and sexy. He leant back against the pillows putting his arms behind his head as he watched me. I could see the definition of his muscular biceps and sun-kissed skin, which only made me want him more.

"I want-"

The sound of the front door opening and heeled footsteps in the hallway made us both freeze. I looked at Brody, who was wide-eyed and I could imagine I shared the same expression. As if he were on fire I jolted to my feet, pulling my hair out of the ponytail and adjusting my clothes.

"Ivy, are you home- oh um hi there," My mom appeared in the doorframe. Her blue eyes flickering between both Brody and me. I could see her brain working overtime, which was rare, bless her.

Brody instantly jumped to his feet, but had forgotten one crucial point, his trousers were unbuttoned which meant as soon as he stood up they dropped to his ankles revealing all to my poor mom.

Her eyes widened, her cheeks heated and her mouth dropped to the floor.

"I'm so sorry Mrs Jones," Brody flapped, stumbling as he tried to pull his trousers up and hide his dignity. I could see pure mortification on his face. I dragged my palm across my face and prayed that an asteroid would crash into my home at this exact moment.

"Uh, well this is unexpected," She pulled her cropped blonde hair behind her ears and tried to hide the flustered look on her face, "It's nice to meet you..." She trailed realising she didn't even know his name. Brody had never met my mom before.

"Brody," He said, reaching his hand out to shake her hand. She hesitated, looking down at it and I almost died. He realised what he had done and instantly brought his hand back to his side, "My names Brody Jackson Mrs,"

"Jackson," She murmured, "I recognise that name, what's your parent's name?"

I could feel Brody tense and I spoke in order to save him from the pain, "His dad's called Paul mom,"

I didn't mention his mother's name in the hope she'd clock on and even gave her a look but unfortunately, my mom wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

"Paul," She repeated, "And what about your mother?"

I went to answer but Brody spoke, his voice curt and devoided of any emotion.

"Her name was Eloise,"

"Oh," The realisation flooded across her face and I could see the colour leave her cheeks, "Eloise Jackson, I know where I heard that name now, um," She fidged and didn't look like she knew what to do with herself, "I'm sorry for your loss," She added as if that was all she could possibly think of to say.

"Thank you," Brody said and then it was silent.

"And how do you two know each other?" My mom asked filling the silence that swarmed like angry bees.

This was painful and awkward.

My mom wasn't the type of mom, who would combust at the sight of me with a boy. Ever since my dad past, she'd been quite lenient, well if you call never being here lenient but this was the first time this had happened, so I can imagine it's quite a shock for her. Usually, it was me catching her with men.

"He's my boyfriend," I said looping my fingers with his and tried to ignore the way he tensed at the action. His hand was hot and sweaty and I almost wanted to laugh. He actually thought my mom was going to castrate him.

She nodded slowly taking it all in, "I'm glad you finally found someone, I was starting to think you might like girls,"

My mouth swung open.

I heard Brody laugh beside me and he tried to conceal it with a cough with no prevail.

Ignoring my reaction she continued, "I'm home tonight and was hoping you'd be too, I was thinking of making us dinner, Brody is more than welcomed to join,"

"Uh yeah sure, that would be nice," I tried to hide the confusion in my voice.

My mom was never home and she hardly ever cooked dinner.

"Great, I'll start now, it'll be ready in the next hour," She smiled turning on her heel, she paused, pushing the door as far as it could go and moved the knitted cat doorstop so it would keep the frame in place. She glanced back at us with a sheepish expression before leaving the room.

I couldn't deny that was really weird.

After a couple of seconds Brody let out a groan, his hands on his face and he sank into the couch, "The first time I meet your mom, I have my trousers round my ankles and my dick swinging, she's going to hate me,"

I snorted, "Trust me, I've found her in positions a lot worse, she can't say shit,"

He straightened up and peeked through his fingers, "You found your mom fucking?"

"Ew," I swung out and slapped his shoulder, "Don't put it like that, you'll scar me for life,"

He laughed and a devilish look crossed his features, "Did you find her on the sofa or was it the kitchen counter? Or was it the stairs?"

"Brody, I swear to god, one more word about my mom having sex and I'll headbutt you,"

"Oh come on was she-"

"Ivy, does Brody like sausages?" My mom's voice called from the kitchen and Brody's lips curled up into a smile, his eyes bright and big like a kid locked in Disneyland.

"I bet your mom loves sausages, I bet she - ow," He slammed his mouth shut, his eyes narrowing into slits as he rubbed at the patch on his arm from where I'd punched him.

"Yeah he does," I yelled back, my scowl never leaving his face.

"You're one violent dwarf," He muttered under his breath still rubbing at his arm.

Oh come on it wasn't that hard.

"What'd you call me?" I shot back.

"I said," He raised his voice, "You are one violent dwar- ow,"

I hit him so hard with the cushion that he blew specs of feathers out of his mouth.

He regained himself and looked at me with an expression that only read game on.

Welcome to my home Brody.