Brandon probably wasn’t wrong. Bea didn’t always feel any different, but she knew that even she had changed into something else over the years. “Because she listened to them and I didn’t, or not most of them. Vienna was the little princess of the Albrecht home. She used to be able to smile and get what she wanted,” Bea explained, laughing at little at the memory. Vienna had been such a bright kid; manipulative in the way that kids always were, but adorable enough that no one ever called her on it. “Weirdly enough it never bothered me much. I didn’t need their fucking approval.” Not once she figured out it wasn’t worth it.
“April’s a little strange.” She wasn’t being mean, most people thought that, but she wasn’t strange in a bad way, she just seemed to work differently that others when it came to her thought process. “So, if he’s Batman does that make you Robin then?” She was hitting her limit for Batman knowledge, so Robin was the only character she could think of to make the comparison with, and it was kind of amusing to think of Brandon as Silas’ sidekick. Even if she’d never say that to his face.
She understood why people thought that, but she didn’t agree with it. She’d seen too many moments from Brandon that firmly kept him out of the douchebag category in her head. Sure, he wasn’t perfect, but nobody was. “You’re too good of a guy for me to think that. I knew douchebags and you aren’t one.”
She laughed. Maybe she shouldn’t have, but what he’d said struck her as a little funny. “Of course he fucking did, if he bothered to get the damn things tailored and had any good looks to his name. Women can’t fucking resist a man in a suit,” she told him. She didn’t care so much about the comment because it wasn’t like she was some prude. Hell, more than half of her conversations with Ty bordered on the inappropriate sometimes. She hadn’t even noticed what he’d been wearing when she made the comment, but she laughed along with him. “I guess I’ll make a fucking exception, since you wear them so well,” she reasoned, trying so hard to not look him over again because if she got caught it had the potential to make the whole damn conversation awkward.
“That so?” she shot back with a raised eyebrow. “Afraid I’ll put you in a pair of fucking skinny jeans like a hipster?” Was it stupid that she was tempted to find a couple things for him now that he’d given her that challenge. How would that be taken? “Or pink,” she added as an afterthought, her eyes twinkling a little.
She could find that maybe. A leather jacket. He didn’t have one near as she knew. It wouldn’t be the weird if she didn’t over think it. Hell, he’d given her a few things, and friends gave each other things. “What’s wrong with those black leather jobs?” she asked, not because she was defensive of the look, but because she was curious. “Some people can make that look damn good.” The leather jacket that she’d carted around with her for years was a black leather, but she wasn’t sure if he knew that.