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The Good 'Ol Days || Brizzy
Elizabeth, who had been using Bryson to help balance her as they stood, pursed her lips into a pout when he started to the kitchen, shaking her head before padding over to the kitchen after him. “Better be some damn good pancakes,” the brunette joked, shakily pouring herself a glass of water from the fridge and taking a gulp before crossing the kitchen to Bryson, wrapping her arms around him from behind, her cheek pressed to his back. “What d’you want me to do, Bry?”
"They will be my pancakes, Elizabeth darling. Those are the greatest pancakes in the world," Bryson joked, getting out a pan and setting it on the stove. He headed to her pantry, grabbing the various ingredients he needed. Placing a bowl in front of him, he began mixing what needed to be mixed, humming lightly. Bryson noticed that Lizzy was drinking a glass of water beside him and he watched her for a moment before turning back to his bowl, a smile on his face. This was his favorite place to be. He felt arms wrap around him from behind, and leaned into her slightly, not able to remember a time where he felt more content. "You could turn on some music? We need some jams to get turned up."
lesgally: @shitbrysonsays Reverend Gallagher in the house. I'll bestow upon thee my double chocolate brownie recipe.
shitbrysonsays: @lesgally suddenly, i see the light #praisethelord #forbrownies #illgiveyouthebryshakerecipeinreturn
BlakeSara: @shitbrysonsays I will teach you
shitbrysonsays: @BlakeSara ur gonna be a mother ill just come over and eat your child's cookies that you bake them no need :)
lesgally: @shitbrysonsays 350 degrees is the perfect brownie and cookie temp. 10-15 min. That's all you need to know. #adulthood
shitbrysonsays: @lesgally #preachit
lizzydee: @shitbrysonsays uh i do so maybe you'll have to keep me around
shitbrysonsays: @lizzydee then ill just feel inferior all the time :(
The Good 'Ol Days || Brizzy
After she was finally able to push Dobby off of her, Liz groaned, pushing herself off the ground, still wobbling slightly. “You’re a douche,” She joked, brushing off her clothes before wrapping her arms around Bryson’s neck, ignoring Dobby yapping at the two for attention behind her.”Pancakes, then?” She asked with a smirk, standing on her tiptoes to place a teasing kiss on his neck. “I could use… some food. Bread would be nice, even.” Liz grinned and paused for a moment, wondering why Lauren hadn’t already come out and told them to get a room before remembering she’d already sent her cousin a drunken text to be out of the apartment before they got there. She wanted some alone time with Bryson— they hadn’t had any real, honest to god time together in a while, and she missed it. She missed him.
"Well, yeah, but you still love me," Bryson responded to her douche comment as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and his hands went to her waist. Behind the two of them, Dobby was barking; as annoying as the little dog was, Bryson had missed him in time that he was away. "Si, pancakes," Bryson smiled, trying to ignore Lizzy's kisses. "Bread? Do you think that I, Bryson Daniels, would let my girlfriend just eat bread when I could cook her perfectly good pancakes?" He laughed, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek before moving out of their embrace and heading towards the kitchen. "I'll get it started. You should probably grab some water."
shitbrysonsays: im a college grad... and i still dont know how to properly use an oven #wellshit
The Good 'Ol Days || Brizzy
Liz huffed when she made it to the top of the stairs, key in hand and her breath nearly heaving. Cardio and alcohol did not mix for Elizabeth Doyle. “What a gentleman, you are,” Liz slurred, unlocking the front door with a sneer at her boyfriend. “What if I’d fallen down the stairs, Bryson Daniels? It’d be all your fault.” Elizabeth pushed the door open, immediately greeted by an excited Dobby, who jumped up on his drunken owner, causing her to topple over, her lack of balance while intoxicated combined with the growing dogs size causing her to fall on her rear. “Fuck, Dobby!” She cursed, trying to push away her ecstatic dog, who was licking her face now. “Bry!”
Bryson smiled down at Lizzy as she opened the door, "If you had fallen, I would've been the first person to call your ambulance, Elizabeth Doyle. That's the best I can do." Of course, if she really would've fallen, he would do anything he could to catch her. The banter that they had was fun and reminded him of when times were simpler between the two, however. Bryson followed her inside, greeted by the picture of Lizzy being attacked by her small dog. He shut the door, laughing at the sight before him. "C'mom Liz, he's just happy to see you."
Maybe you haven’t but… Bry you’re young and the chances of you dying at the same age they did is low. So you could go on to do more than they ever did, go out and make them proud. Do whatever is going to make you happy and don’t worry about what you have and haven’t done. That isn’t the measure of a life.
I'm afraid that I'm going to screw something up and ruin the rest of my life, Blake. I just want to know what will happen and what I need to do, y'know. I wish I could know what would make them proud and I wish I knew what they wanted me to do, but the truth is that I never really knew my parents. I never will.
The Good 'Ol Days || Brizzy
Bryson laughed as he reached the front door of Liz's apartment, her not that far behind him. "I should've cut you off, y'know. You're holding me up by not being able to walk straight," he smiled as he watched her and waited for her to open the door. He was glad that he finally left the party; the atmosphere that usually made him happy was somehow bringing him down. It was due to graduation, he knew, and the fact that he didn't feel like he was mentally old enough to handle what he would have to. Bryson wasn't ready to have a job and responsibilities. The next part of his life was all too scary. Somehow, Lizzy made it better, and being with her made him more relaxed. There wasn't a shed of doubt in his mind that he wanted to be anywhere else.
True American Winner || Open
No, baby. No. I want you to be happy, Bry. I want you to be so happy, because I’m so happy too. Bry, I’m so happy with you. Be happy, please.
Calm down, Elizabeth Doyle. Let's just get out of her. Let's go kick Lauren out and make pancakes and play with Dobby and annoy the hell out of your neighbors. That's what I want right now.
Hey, I was kiddin’, man.
I know, I know. I'm just in a weird mood, sorry.
I win! I win! I win!
Why does that stress you out?
Because I really don't know what I'm going to do with my life.
Yeah I do. I mean… I’m graduating and pregnant and the whole rest of my life things is starting now. It’s way too fast and I’m not ready. What’s got you feeling that way?
It's just.. my parents. They were what? Four, five years older than me when they died? And I haven't done half the shit that they did. I'm just not ready to be that person, Blake. I just want to go back in time.
Hey dude, what’s wrong?
It's nothing important, Eli, don't worry about it.
So you’re graduating too, huh? You a man now, or what?
I'm supposed to be.