Goonies Brandon Novels & Stories

“Their names were actually Sparkle Maxx and Rainbow Kyle?” “Yes, and you know it, and you care.” “I do not.” Brandon leaned over and booped my nose. “You do.” “I swear—” He cut me off with a grin. “Hey, can we pause the post-movie roast? I wanna ask something.” “Uh-oh.” “No, not like that.” He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly a little nervous, which was weird because Brandon was never nervous. Not around me. “Okay,” I said, sitting up a little straighter. “What’s up?”

I took one last look in the mirror to see I was a little tanner than I was, more like I was kissed by the sun and for once I smiled at my own reflection. I started making my way downstairs when I heard Brad's door open slightly, I turned around to see Brandon smiling at me. "You look nice and cozy," He said, smiling at me. "I like being cozy, you look comfortable too." I replied taking in his appearance, he was wearing a loose fitting shirt and basketball shorts. "Let's go and see if your parents need some help." Brandon whispered, taking my hand. Together we walked back downstairs, I could see my mom moving her way around the kitchen while my dad and Brad were out back. "Do you need any hel

He's wearing button down shirt, black pants and Under Armour shoes "Hey uncle James. Long time no see!" Brandon greets dad. I raise my eyebrow at him. Where is he going dressed like that? "Your mom wants to eat at Popeyes." Daddy explained. "Did you say Popeyes?!" Brandon brighten up. Brandon close the folder and pushed it in my direction. "Come on uncle let's go. We can't let Popeye's wait." "Wait aren't you working?" Dad ask Brandon. "No uncle. Bryson can manage the corp. Food's more important. Bye Grey!" Brandon forcefully push daddy outside my office.

He says giving my mother another friendly smile. Once we get out back I look around at all the people talking, dancing, eating, and messing around in the large pool. My eyes lock with the alpha's oldest son for a couple of seconds, before we both look away. Luke and I went to school with him. We never really spoke, we pretty much stayed out each other way. "Smell anything?" I ask Brandon, standing next to me. His nose flares a little, sniffing for his mate. He shaking his head. "Nah, but I do see a bunch of hot females." He smirks, looking around. I shake my head a little and watch him walk over and start talking to one of the females.

“Okay.” We walk towards the diner while he answer simple questions so I get to know him a bit better. Brandon seems like a really good kid and has excellent grades. I’ve noticed, despite the heat, he is wearing long sleeves and appears like he could pass out from heat stroke any minute. We order our shakes and I wait for them to arrive before I start pressing for more information. “Brandon, I have an important question to ask.” “What,” he replies in between bites. “Where did you get those bruises.”

Moore put down the cup of tea on the table before he crossed his legs, showing a luxurious shoes from the brand Roose. “Brandon told us about it. He’s not good at hiding and I guess he never planned on hiding to us. He was so excited when he talked about Brent and so we got excited as well. You know, Brandon is 38 and he needs an heir and… Luna to protect him.” My forehead wrinkled. “Luna?” I asked. He lifted his hand and then gently scratched his temple. “Well… more like a Queen of the pack.” “Queen of the pack?”

he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Lover boy to the rescue. If you don’t want front-row seats to Evelyn’s final moments, I’d suggest you turn around and walk right back out.” Brandon didn’t even blink. “You’re the only one who’s going to die today.” Aaron chuckled like he found that hilarious. “Just because I can’t kill you doesn’t mean I can’t break you into pieces.” But before he could finish, Brandon bent down and grabbed a rock off the floor, flinging it at him with deadly speed.

Brandon would comfort me and say, “Don’t be afraid. When you’re older, I’ll bring you to visit them.” When we grew up, he had forgotten his promise. I had once begged him when we got married. “Can you accompany me to visit my parents? Please? He only frowned and complained that I was being annoying. He said that I did not deserve to visit my parents. Thinking about it, my father’s nameless grave must be overgrown with weed. … “I’ll go to Doe City in a few days’ time. You should look into the recent drug cases.” Nate nodded and asked hesitantly, “Brandon, are you really not going to look for Wren? After all, she has treated us…”

“Who in the world would that be?” “I don’t know, and neither do any of them. The only way I’m going to find that out is if I go into her head.” “And you’re not doing that, so get out here!” Brandon sounded like a parent screaming at a toddler to stop tossing a ball in the house. On the outside, he hadn’t moved a muscle since the last time Jo looked at him, but it was clear, he was about to lose his shit, which seldom happened. When it did, it seemed like Cassidy was always at the root of it.

Finally, it was done and a pale and shocked Brooklyn emerged from the doctor’s chamber. “What happened? It’s a stomach bug, right? It’s no big deal at all,” said Brandon, leading her towards his car. He had bought Ryder’s uncle’s second-hand Ford Escape at a cheap price and was paying it off in affordable installments. It was the first car he ever possessed and he was very proud of it.