Finding her

How would you feel when you finally admit your love for someone and they admit it back, only for time to mess up and take them away from you? Broken? Lost? Brandon, felt the same way and it didn’t help him that he was not in the same time, literally.
He set out to find the one he truly loves and was lost due to a rookie mistake, well according to her it was a rookie mistake.
Will he able to find her in this new time? And if he finds her, will he be able to make her remember?
Embark on a journey with love, fun, friendship and some big scientific words.


14. Chapter 13- Shower, Urges And Strangers



Ughh, what time is it? I swear I just slept. Wait, slept? UGHH, THAT SHITHEAD. Not again. “BRANDON!!!” I yelled. I heard laughter out of my door. I quickly made my way towards the door and yanked it open. He was leaning his head on the door and when I opened it he lost balance and fell down in front of me and hit his head pretty hard. Now, it was my turn to laugh. That will teach him a lesson.

We were in his house and it has been a week since we came here. His parents had to urgently go to his grandparents home because his grandfather had a heart transplant without telling them, so they left furiously, leaving me with this imbecile. But it came with benefits, I can now work on my project freely. And much to my dismay, someone has been pretty adamant to make me fall asleep, I don’t even know why. Don’t worry, it is not like he feeds me sleeping pills, there is this special drugs for insomniac patients, which helps them sleep. I don’t know how the hell did he got it because the last time I checked you needed prescription from a well certified doctor for it.

My mom always forced me to take them when I was younger but I was very clever and took them in my mouth, only to throw in the sink later. She soon caught up with my act and stopped trying after that.

Moving on, I raised my feet to stomp his beautiful face and finally I get the happiness of squishing it. Hahaha, I so damn wish… but the fate wasn’t on my side today so he dodged it and rolled to the side. I made my way out the door to the bathroom and started taking a shower, only to realize I didn’t bring clothes and a towel and that too after I spend 45 minutes in it, properly cleaning myself.

“Ughh, idiot Sylvia.” I scolded myself. I was contemplating if I should call Brandon to help me or not. Do hell with it.

“Brandon?” I yelled. I heard footsteps outside the door and soon his muffled voice came from outside it.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Umm, can you lend me a towel? I forgot to bring one.” I ask.

“No.” he said and I heard his retreating footsteps.

“The hell, Brandon. You will or God help me when you eat your food the next time you will be lying unconscious and I will shoot a very bad and embarrassing video of you and put it on youtube.” I yelled and soon his frantic footsteps came towards my door and knocked at it.

“I brought the towel. Take it.” He said and I chuckled silently. I covered my body behind the door and shot out my hand to grab the towel. Our fingers brush against each other and generated sparks but I pulled back fast and started to dry myself. There is another knock on the door.


“You have a nice butt.” He said chuckling and ran away.

What? How did he see it? Oh god. There was a mirror behind me and he must have seen it then. Shit, well this is embarrassing. That whole day I couldn’t meet his face. I was locked up in the guest room all day, working on my time machine plans, finding the correct torque it needed, chemicals for the machinery, gears and spare parts and most importantly a radioactive substance which will power it or a nuclear reactive core. I don’t know from where will I get it.

Soon night fell and my door broke up. I got so scared I jumped and my papers went flying everywhere. Brandon was standing there with a hammer which I presume was there to break the lock, because I don’t want to die today, I have too much to do.

“The hell Brandon. Why did you break it open? Couldn’t you knock?” I say trying to control my frantic heart-beat and turning my music off.

“Oh, really? Maybe I did knock but someone here had their music so loud that they didn’t hear it for the past hour.” He scolded. His nose was flaring with anger. I walked over to him and kissed him. Wouldn’t that be amazing? His lips on me.

“Sylvia? Are you even listening to me?” he again yelled and brought me out of my day-dream. I tell you, my feelings to him become bi-polar. Sometimes I want to smack the hell out of him and other times I want to smack my lips to him.

“Yeah, I am listening. I am sorry that I didn’t hear the knocking because as you can see-” I pointed at the now scrambled papers everywhere “- I was a bit busy.”

“Time machine?”

“Yups, I just need something from the city tomorrow so, I will be out. Don’t wait up for me oka?” I say and pat his cheeks and started to collect my things.

“You ain’t going alone girly. I am coming with you, whether you like it or not.” He gave a ‘don’t-defy-me’ look to which I just sighed, nodded my head and continued to collect the mess. He helped too and after that we went downstairs to have dinner. He made us pesto pasta, his mother’s recipe which I adore. I actually like everything his mom makes. She is a good cook. Correction, she is an amazing cook.

Soon, it was time to retire to bed. I was going to rearrange my papers and ponder on what else did I miss in my calculation, but my head was feeling heavy and my eyes started to droop. My door opened and through my blurly vision I saw it was Brandon from my position on the floor.

“Brandon?” I whispered.

“Sorry, I had to do this again. But you have to know it is for you own good.” I heard some shuffling on the bed, probably collecting the papers.

He came and picked me up bridal style and I savored the feeling of his warmth for sometime as he gently laid me on the bed. He pulled the covers on me and I was too paralyzed to do anything. He glanced at me one last time a bit hesitant, but went to walk away. What I said next even shocked me…

“Stay.” With that darkness engulfed me.


I woke up with pounding at the door and my head. Ughh, what happened? Where am I? I opened my eyes and saw the sun rays making its way through the crevices of the floral curtains. Oka, so I am in Brandon’s home. There was again the same pounding. Someone is trying to break in. I started to get up put was soon pushed down by a foreign force. Shit, am I sleeping under a rock? I think and turn to look at the rock.

What I didn’t expect was to see Brandon there. His arm draped over my waist and our legs tangled up. His face was looking as if it was made by God himself. I took my time to marvel at his features. His eyelashes fanned over his cheek and his sharp jaw never looked more delicious than now. His bed head was even more sexy and I had a sudden urge to move my fingers around it.

There was again pounding at the door.

“Brandon?” I said. He just stirred and pulled me closer to him. My face was against his chest and his face on my head. He hummed in satisfaction. I guess someone likes cuddles.

I pull my face a little so that I can look at it. Looks like I have to fulfill my urge now.

I started roaming my hands up his arms to his hairs. At first, I was slowing caressing it but then I yanked hard at it and he screamed and got out of bed only to land on his butt on the ground. I start to laughing at his downfall and rubs the spot where I yanked him.

“What the hell woman? Couldn’t you wake me up some other way?” he yelled.

“No.” I said in between my giggles.

“Well, maybe you could have woke me up by kissing me.” He said and smirked.

I blushed hard at his words and soon my mind was clouded by what it would feel like having his lips on me. I shook that thought away and start to get up. He got up too and soon came infront of me. I didn’t look at him, trying to hid my blush and tried to move past him. He only walked towards me and I walked backwards, until my back touched the wall and he had trapped me in his arms. I made a mistake and looked up and locked my gaze with his chocolaty ones. Many emotions passed his eyes as well as mine. But there was one particular one which I couldn’t tell what it was.

There was again the pounding at the door, which was very frantic this time and we reluctantly moved away from each other. We rushed downstairs and opened the doors. Behind the door stood two strangers. One girl and one boy who looked a little elder than us, probably 5 years older.

The girl had blonde hairs and blue eyes, whereas the boy was looking much like Brandon. The same dirty blonde hairs and chocolaty mesmerizing eyes.

They looked at us and stared for some time. They were a bit hesitant in saying anything and looked at each other for words? I guess they didn’t come prepared. Probably would have thought to wing it.

“How can I help you?” Brandon asked.

“Umm, are you Brandon and Sylvia?” the woman asked. I panicked. How did she know us?

“Depends on who is asking? Who are you both and what are you doing here? State your purpose or else…” I threatened and took a protective step in front of Brandon. If they were here for me then I wouldn’t let Brandon get caught.

The man chuckled and mumbled what sounded something like still hasn’t changed. The woman gave him a glare and turned towards me and gave me an apologetic smile.

“I am sorry for any misunderstandings. I am-uh-Ember and this is-um-Brady.”

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