Prositution Is The Worlds Oldest Profession, and Dear Sir, I am a Professional. ;)

I looked around at all of the other girls on their poles. All of us wearing skimpy lingerie. I looked out at the guys scattered around the room. The strobe lights making their faces go in and out of focus. A few guys had bought me drinks and so I was a bit tipsy, but that just made it easier for me to do my job.

A familiar looking blonde guy was sitting in front of my pole, watching me. He motioned for me to come closer, so I did. He wasn't allowed to touch me anyways, after some incident with a girl a few months ago, the customers could look but not touch. As I got closer I realized that it was Andrew's friend, Brody.

"I didn't know you were a stripper, Breanna." He smirked, reaching out to grab my waist. He got a hold of me and pulled me in his lap. "How's about a lap dance?" He whispered against my neck. I pushed him away, he had started to get really creepy. He didn't want to let go of me though.

He continued to touch me and I tried to get away. "Hey doll, I just wanna have some fun before Andrew gets here."

"What do you mean?" I asked, maybe conversation would distract him.

"I invited him to hang out tonight, you know...get drunk and watch hot women strip. He was all for it. Maybe you should keep an eye on him." Brody smiled, moving to kiss me.

"I don't have anything to worry about." I shook my head. "He loves me, and only me. He told me."

"You ought to know by now, Miss Breanna, Andrew lies." Brody's face was too serious, he couldn't be making this up. "Now, how about we have some fun?" He started to kiss me. He was a good kisser, but I felt bad. What was I doing to Andrew?

"Get the fuck off of her Brody." I heard someone say behind us. But Brody didn't stop, he simply made the kiss more intense. I bit his lip and he cursed, pushing me away. I got out of his lap and bumped into Andrew. I started to say I was sorry but he gave me a look and pushed me away.

I watched as Andrew beat the shit out of Brody. Eventually the manager, some short fat guy who looked like he was in a mafia, came out to stop the fight.

"Breanna!" He yelled, motioning for me to come over to him. I sighed and walked over to him. "Do you know these two?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry Al. I'll take care of it." I nodded, knowing I'd get an earful later.

"You better. And don't let it happen again. Or you're fired." He threatened before going back into his office. I grabbed Andrew's arm and pulled him outside.

"What?" He asked, wiping some blood off of his face. He had a busted lip and a big gash across his cheek.

"Thanks a lot! I could have lost my job!" I yelled.

"Good. I hate your job!" He yelled back. He never yelled.

"That's too bad. I have to make money so we can afford our apartment, because you don't do anything!" I screamed.

"I have a job!" He yelled, running a hand through his hair. "But I can't tell you what it is, not here." He looked around. A lot of people were staring. He looked me up and down. I was still in my "work clothes".

"We can talk about this later....when I'm home." I sighed, shivering.
"Are you cold?" Andrew asked. I nodded and he slipped off his jacket, and handed it to me. I put it on and smiled at him.
"Bre, please, just quit your job." Andrew sighed, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Brody said you've been lying to me.." I looked at the ground. "Is he telling the truth?"
"No, god Breanna. I love you, why would I lie to you?" Andrew asked, looking rather annoyed.
"Then why'd he say you wanted to come here and watch hot girls strip?" I asked, feeling really stupid that I did.
"So I could keep an eye on him..and you, at the same time." He answered. I looked up at him.
"Keep an eye on me?" I asked. Why did he need to keep an eye on me?
"Well, you did kiss him before. I wanted to make sure you weren't cheating on me with some guy here." Andrew shrugged.
"I wouldn't cheat on you!" I yelled, suddenly really angry that he would even think I would cheat on him.
"Yeah, well, I don't know that. And you might. Look at your past." Andrew shrugged. That's about the time I reached up and slapped him across the face.
"You asshole!" I screamed, walking back into the club. I told Al I was quitting and then got my things and walked home. Andrew had already left anyways. He was probably really pissed that I hit him.
When I got back to my apartment he was in the living room with a few guys. I walked in and saw them give him money while he gave them some pills.
"Whats going on?" I asked, drawing attention to myself. One of the scarier looking guys looked up at me.
"Who's this Brumley?" He asked Andrew.
"Thats my wife, Breanna." He answered, he seemed a little afraid. "Bre, just go upstairs and I'll explain everything later..."
"No, why don't you stay Breanna." Another guy smiled. He wasn't as scary as the first guy. The look on Andrews face told me to go upstairs and not come out until they left.
"Whatcha got on underneath that jacket, Breanna?" The third guy asked. He looked about Andrews age and reminded me a lot of Kyle.
"Hey, aren't you that really great stripper from that club downtown?" The first guy asked again.
"Bre, go to our room. Now." Andrew ordered. I was about to leave the room and go upstairs when one of them stopped me.
"No, stay." The second guys voice sounded deadly. I swallowed and looked at him. He pointed to the couch. "Sit." I sat down and watched as they finished their drug deal.
"Now, sweetheart. You aren't going to tell anyone about this, are you?" the third guy asked. I shook my head and he smiled. "Good, you're too pretty to kill." and then all three of them left.
"God Breanna, you're so fucking stupid!" Andrew yelled. I sank back into the couch. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"
"I didn't know!" I yelled back. "Is that your job? Is that what you couldn't tell me about..?"
"Yes, I planned on telling you when you got home. Later." Andrew nodded.
"I quit my job," I mumbled, getting up and walking past him.
"What?" he asked, catching my arm and turning me around.
"I quit my job, because you asked me to." I answered.
"Really?" he asked. I nodded and ripped my arm away from him before going upstairs and falling asleep.

LOVE, BRENAN.

Don't Listen To The Voices In Your Head, Listen To Your Heart

Cristy and Jamie came over to my house at like 6 A.M. to get me ready for the wedding. I was pretty pissed off actually because I hadn't gotten a lot of sleep since I came home from the hospital. Anyways, when they woke me up Andrew was gone. Cristy had said he had gone to his house to get ready. They had to force me out of bed, because I was not getting up, even if it was my wedding day. Jamie and Cristy are really strong :(.
It took them like all day to get me ready, and in the end I looked really pretty. Jamie put me in the car and drove me to the church. and blah blah blah. When we got there Jamie and Cristy made me sit in the car while they checked to make sure Andrew wasn't near the door. Stupid superstitious stuff :s Anywho, they motioned for me to come in and I made my way out of the car and into the church. Everyone expect for Andrew was standing by the door. I was greeted by a chorus of "Bre you look amazing!" and "Andrew is so lucky!" I laughed and talked to everyone for a few minutes, then the priest whatever the fuck he's called came out and told us it was time for the wedding.
Since I don't have a dad, obviously, I asked Soda if he'd walk with me. He said yes :s. So Soda walked me into the chapel once the music started playing. The look on Andrew's face was priceless. I smiled, which made him smile too. I felt myself blush. Why was I blushing? xD
Soda walked me up to where Andrew was standing and I stood in front of him. [insert whatever happens during weddings right huuuur, cause i dont know what goes down during them :s]
Then the preacher guy said his shit, we said our vows, and before I knew it, it was time for me to say I do.
"Breanna, say I do." I heard Andrew whisper. I looked over at him and blushed.
"I do." I smiled, looking into his eyes. He smiled back and then the preacher said 'you may now kiss the bride.' Andrew didn't hesitate. It had been almost 24 hours since we had last kissed anyways :s. I'm pretty sure we would have had sex right there if someone hadn't coughed from behind Andrew xD.


At the reception everyone danced....or, grinded...I think that's considered dancing :s. Everyone drank too, except Blair...because she's going to birth another cute little nugget person :D. Anywho, I drank a lot, mostly because I could. I also wanted one night where I didn't have to think of anything that has happened this past week. So I drank and drank and drank.
"Bre," Andrew whispered in my ear.
"Andrew." I smiled back. We were dancing, it was nice.
"Let's leave and go back to our place, so we can be...alone." He whispered. I nodded and we slowly made our way out of Buck's place. Andrew drove us home, and the first thing I did when we got inside was take my dress off. I mean, sure, I looked pretty in it, but the thing weighed a ton and it was getting really uncomfortable.
"Whoa Bre, slow down." Andrew laughed.
"I wasn't doing that for you, pretty boy, so calm down." I rolled my eyes and headed upstairs, leaving my dress and my husband behind. Andrew ran up the stairs after me. I passed out as soon as I hit the bed. :) bler, this was going to be longer...but fuck it. :s

walk on water or drown.

Tonight, Andrew had some friends over for a football game. I think it was the Ravens vs. Steelers. Anyways, so this is pretty much how it went. A person would come in, Andrew would take them to the living room, and not even introduce them to me -.- lame. I sat in the kitchen on the counter, texting Cristy and watching DesAndNate videos on my laptop.
"Uhm, excuse me. I was wondering if —" I heard someone say behind me. So I put my computer on the counter and hopped down so I could see who I was talking to. There was this really hot guy in the middle of my kitchen.
"Uh, hi." I waved.
"Hi," he laughed. "I was wondering if there were anymore beers?"
"There should be some in here..." I said, opening the fridge. I found a six pack. I pulled it out and handed it to the guy. "Here ya go."
"My names Brody." he smiled.
"My names Breanna." I smiled back.
"It was nice to meet you, Breanna." and then he walked back out into the living room with the beer. So I went back to whatever I was doing. Maybe around twenty minutes later Brody was back.
"What do you need this time?" I asked, smiling.
"Chips." he smiled. I nodded and climbed onto the counter so I could reach the tallest cabinet. I pulled out a bag or two and handed them to him. "Thanks, you uh, need a hand coming down?" I nodded and he put the bags down before grabbing onto my waist and helping me down.
"Thanks." I blushed.
"No problem, Breanna." and then he went away again. I did my thing again, and played with Theodore a bit. And then about 20 more minutes later Brody was back again.
"What do you need?" I laughed.
"The games over and I just came to say goodbye." he shrugged.
"I'll probably see you again." I smiled.
"How about...tomorrow morning at The Waffle House?" he asked.
"What time?"
"Nine o'clock."
"Its a date." I smiled.
And then it happened, I don't know how it did, but it did. He was attacking my lips with his and I was enjoying it. He lifted me up and sat me down on the counter, kissing me the entire time. But we heard Andrew's voice on the way to the kitchen and we stopped.
"Hey Brody, what are you doing in here?" Andrew asked.
"I came to say bye to Breanna." Brody nodded in my direction.
"Oh, well, I'll see you next week?" Andrew asked. Brody nodded and waved goodbye in my direction before walking out of the house.
"I'm going to bed, goodnight." I smile to Andrew before walking to our room. I wanted to go to sleep early so I could wake up in time to meet Brody at The Waffle House.

LOVE,

THEODORE, YOU OWN MY HEART.

I woke up somewhere around midnight. I was having trouble sleeping. Probably nerves. I looked over at Andrew sleeping peacefully beside me and slid out of bed. I put on a pair of tight jeans, and a shirt that hardly covered anything. I slipped into my vans, and picked up my stilletos. I wasn't going to wake Andrew up with my clicking.
I got in my car and drove to Cristy's house. I knew where she hid the spare key so I kinda just..let myself in. I had changed shoes in the car so it was difficult for me to get up the stairs. I walked into Cris's room, and stood by her bed. She was sound asleep.
"This will be enjoyable." I smiled to myself as I walked back to the door, I got in a running position and then ran to the bed before flinging myself on top of Cristy. She woke up and started screaming and kicking. I got off the bed, I didn't want to get hurt.
"BREANNA LYNN.....FUCKING WHATEVER YOUR LAST NAME IS! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Cristy yelled, rubbing her eyes and looking at me.
"Get dressed hoe, we're going out." I smiled, going down to the kitchen. God, I was starving. I munched on some goldfish before Cristy came downstairs.
"Where are we going?" Cristy asked, more awake now.
"I dunno, I'm really hungry. Wanna hit up The Waffle House?" I smiled. Cristy gave me a mean look before grabbing my keys off the counter and going out to my car.
"Do you really need me to go to The Waffle House with you? I'm pretty sure you can go on your own." Cristy looked at me over the top of the car.
"Yes, what if something bad happens like...like.." I couldn't think of anything bad that would happen at TWH. "Yes, you need to come with me." She sighed and we got up in the car and drove to The Waffle House. I got out and ran inside, followed by Cristy.
"How may I help you?" Some nerd I knew from school asked.
"Hey, I know you...you're um...um...what's your name again?" I asked, grabbing a menu.
"It says 'Harold'." Cristy smiled, pulling on his name-tag, making him bend closer so she could read it.
"Oh yeah, you're in my English class." I nodded, picking out what I wanted.
"You're in Honors English?" Harold asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Are you surprised, Harold? I'm actually really smart, and a really good writer, so you can suck my dick." I smiled.
"You seem...like an idiot, that's all. I never would've expected you to be in Honors English." He smirked.
"Well I would've expected you to work at The Waffle House, and have no other plans on a Friday night." I smiled. Lame come-back I know.
"It doesn't look like you have anything to do either." He smiled.
"I was having a good night, and just wanted some pancakes. You are ruining the good vibe, Harold. So just take our order, give it to the chef, then bring us whatever he prepares. And if you start anymore shit with me, I'll get someone to kick your scrawny ass. How does that sound?" I snapped. Then, we ordered >:). that's right, i took care of business.

After we finished at The Waffle House I wanted to go to the pet store, so guess what I did. I went to the pet store. I saw a kitty in there, and he was really cute, so I purchased him :s. I don't think Andrew minds kitties, :D. Then Cristy said it was probably time for her to head back to her homeland and so we said farewell. So I grabbed my kitty and drove home.
Andrew was up and pacing the floor when I walked in.
"Bre! Thank god you're okay, where have you been?" Andrew asked, hugging me.
"I was hungry, so I went to The Waffle House with Cristy, got in an arguement with a nerd, and OH. I bought a cat!" I held up my kitty. He was in his cute little blue kitty carrier. I just wanted to squeeze him he was so cute :s.
"You left in the middle of the night, to go eat some pancakes, hang out with Cristy, fight with a nerd, and buy a cat?" Andrew asked.
"Correction my dear, waffles, and yes." I nodded, holding up my kitty again.
"Might as well name the cat then." Andrew sighed. We walked up to our room and sat on the bed.
"I was thinking Theodore.." I smiled, getting the kitten out of the carrier and sitting him in my lap.
"Whatever you want baby." Andrew laughed, laying down again.
"Theodore it is then." I smiled, cuddling with the kitty.
"Come on, go to sleep." Andrew laughed, pulling me down beside him.

THE END.

LOVE,

Brenan. <3>

Breanna and Cristy's Best Friend Day

Today, me and my mcmuffin were all like "yo, we need to have a best friend day!" so that's what we did. it basically started out as us calling up her tour friends and talking for like 394078230498358230958309480932829083 hours about nothing. then after that, we decided to go to jamie's house and make fun of her. that was pretty intense.
then we went to carson's house and creeped on her. we sat in her bushes and looked in through the windows. she was watching porn. O.o
then cristy was all like "lets go buy you maternity clothes." and i was all like "no man, i dont wanna wear pregger people pants." but then she forced me to go into the store and try on pants. :( i ended up buying a pair or two...or five.
then we went back to cristays house and chilled on her couch. a magical knock on the door interrupted our silence. i jumped up and answered it. i was greeted by alexander william and jackary bassam :3.
"BREANNA!" alex was all yelling like. then he gave me a hug. it was enjoyable.
"CRISTY!" jack tackled cristay in a sexual embrace.
we chilled with them for a while...watching movies and...stuff ;). and then they had to go so me and cristy were left alone, yet again.
"LETS PLAY A GAME." "no." "YES." "no cristy. i don't like games." "YES YOU DO. I KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE. WHORE!" "meanie." "PLAY A GAME WITH ME." "fine." so theeeeeeeeeeeeeen cristy got out candyland. now, i blow at that game >:(. so i think cristy picked that one on purpose.
she won. like 7 times. i lost...like 7 times :(.
then after the game, she wanted me to stay the night. so i did.
we fell asleep. and she had her hand on my pregnant stomach. -.-

PURPLE.

love, brenan.

New Tattoos :D

i was reeeeally bored today and was like, why not get some new tat's? So I got in my car and drove all the way to the tattoo parlor and went inside and was all like "Yo, Brundon, I need some tattoos homie!" since me and the feller that works there are like this (imagine me doing that thing where i cross my fingers to show how close we are) now :D. so he took me to the back room and I showed him the tat's I wanted and he was like "yo, those are super cool and totally like you brenan." and then got to work. it's real relaxin' shit, getting a tattoo. so i shall put pictures up somewhere around here.