Chapter 3 | The Knowledge of Brandon

Ross' POV
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"Dude, what if, when we find her, she like has a bunch of kids or maybe she like runs this strip club. Dude! That'd be sooo cool, we'd get in for free."

Ignoring Brandon as we boarded the plan for what seems like the millionth time that day I just sighed as I took my seat.

My friend took it upon himself to follow me all the way from California to new york, and I'm regretting my decision of allowing him to tag along.

That night I got the text, I straight away booked a flight out to new York, Brandon being rich but unemployed and free decided it be a great way to find his future Mrs or just a fling.

"She doesn't run a strip club Brandon." I replied with a sigh, making myself comfortable in the large first class seat.

"Bro,New York is known for its strip club, pretty much everywhere you turn there's a strip club advertisement. " he said before winking at a girl in the row besides us. "You know what I'll make it my mission to get you laid when we get to New York. What's your type?"

"I don't have a type Brandon, as long as they're sweet at heart and has humanity." I said before frowning "W-why or we even having this discussion, I'm with Courtney you know."

At the mention of her name, I small smile tugged at my lips,I remembered how understanding she was last night when I told her I had to go. Of course like the usual woman, she asked tons of question which I truthfully answered.

She had know that Nate's little sister had run away six years ago, since she was friends with some of my friends but we'd never really gotten deep into the conversation about it. And quite frankly I didn't mind.

"Oh yeah..." I said sheepishly before turning back to the girl sitting in the row besides us.

Courtney and I met at a friends party. She was my friends cousin and she'd just moved here from Australia. I wouldn't say it was love at first sight, but she was so beautiful that I found myself walking up to her with no idea what to say. So I stuttered and she'd smile softly thinking I had a stutter and just wanted to pass. When J bad realised what was happening I cleared my throat and introduced myself .

From there on we we just clicked and within a few weeks we were dating. That was five months ago and now, I'd say I'm very happy being with her.

The flight was fourth three hours and I planned on sleeping for most of it, trying not to send my brain on overdrive thinking about the girl I was about to meet in New York.

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"Ross, can you squeeze my ass, I can't feel anything."

"I'm not about to feel your tush in public Brandon." I rolled my eyes at my friend as we walked threw the JFK to get a cab.

"Oh, so you would when we're alone?" He smirked " You just said you wouldn't because we're in public." I rolled my eyes before hailing a cab to the hotel address Sophie booked for us.

My parents and David Marano knows that I'm in new york,but they have absolutely no idea why I'm here. I'm guessing my mom would put two and two together, but even if she knew, she said nothing.

When we got to the hotel, we booked in and dropped our bags before hitting the road.

"I like this, just two guys roaming the streets of the big apple, looking for a chick that ran away,who now either a vigilante or a soccer mom!" Brandon hummed as we crossed the road.

My head was turning from left to right, looking at any and every girl that I saw.

It's been six years. Obviously she doesn't look the same. I'm twenty six, which would make her twenty two years old. The last time I saw her, she was sixteen. How the hell am I supposed to know how she looks. She's a woman now. So much has changed.

"We'he here."

I turn to look at my friend who was holding the address given that I'd written on paper to me in his hands.

"Are you sure?" I asked looking up at the large building, with the name on top.

Seems like Brandon was right.

CLUB XXTREME

I felt my heart sunk as Brandon whistle "well damn me for being correct."