hurricanes and suns**sawyer

[BRODIE ALEXANDER TRÜMPER]

AT home brodie was talking to sawyer online. he closed his laptop when his mother finally intercomed him that the car was here now. he got up from his cushions and put his new marc jacobs loafers on and grabbed a sweater. he frowned down at his pants but shrugged it off and ran down the stairs to the door. i am going to pick up sawyer! he called into the family room where his mother sit doing his fathers old job. lillith yelled her okay and brodie was out the door and the driver opened the door for him, brodie nodded his thanks and sat in the back seat.

BRODIE smiled as he got in the car, he looked in the mini fridge to see if there was anything to drink, it was stocked with Vitamin Water he smiled and took a bottle and slowly drank it as the car made its way to Sawyers place. Getting texts from his mother asking if they wanted alcohol, brodie laughed, he knew sawyer had never drank before but he has and he wanted some champane so he told his mother he wanted just a little bit of champane, or wine whatever they had. slowly the car came to a stop in front of sawyers house, he got out of the car and walked up to the garage he put in the code and it opend he went inside, sawyer i'm home he laughed walking to her room, do i really have to pick you up? or are you gonna walk? he asked smiling. sawyer should know by now that brodie was just thin, almost no muscle, no fat. the driver picked up balloons thats why i was late.

[SAWYER MARINA CHANNING]

Brodie was amazing. Sawyer had returned from a laborious lacrosse practice and had to crawl to her room. Every muscle was dully throbbing and it felt like each of her limbs were going to detach. Sawyer worked herself hard and pushed her skills to the limits. After each practice her coach would sling an arm around her and make Sawyer assure her that she wasn't going to collapse. Brodie always seemed to be awed at the fact that his best friend pushed herself far past the point of exhaustion. Their captivating conversation lifted the pain for the moment and she focused on convincing Brodie into accompanying her on a camping trip. He was going to have to purchase hiking boots. It would be a glorious day.

She was a sweaty mess, her clothes from lacrosse still sticking to her body and her hair plastered to her face and sitting on the top of her head like a rats nest. Brodie was repulsed by the fact of sweat, he probably thought that it ruin has glamor. Sawyer had alerted him that she was going to be sweaty and probably unmovable. Brodie probably didn't like that, he weighed a little more than Sawyer and would seriously have issues attempting to pick her up and move her to the car. Sawyer slapped her laptop shut and pushed it off to the side of her bed, Brodie would be over a in a few minutes. A smile played on her lips and pushed through the pain, a night in the guesthouse at Brodie's was exactly what she needed. Her biffle would help her unwind.

A few minutes of silence passed that consisted of Sawyer massaging her sore muscles. A hot shower was dire at the moment, something that she would do that moment she made into the guesthouse. From the other side of the wall she heard the sound of the garage door rolling up. Brodie had remembered the code to the garage and she could hear his footsteps on the concrete. He called out to her and she couldn't help but giggle. "Good, because I need you to come and rescue me! I am immobile!" Sawyer cried out dramatically. Sawyer listened to his familiar laugh come near. Soon he was standing right in her room, looking at her sprawled out on the bed. "BRODIE!" she squealed, overflowing with excitement.

The words that Brodie spoke were simply amusing. Sawyer frantically pointed at her legs then let out a weak cry. "My legs ache so bad," she whined, her face screwing up in pain. "You are gonna have to prove that you can be a big, macho man." Sawyer let out a whimpy growl and flexed her arms, showing the subtle muscles that she possessed. Sawyer was undeniably athletic. "If I get up then I am going to fall right over. Just saying." She let out a groan and then held out her arms, reaching out towards Brodie. "Just be a doll and pick me up. I really wanna go and see all of the balloons," she cried out to Brodie. There was no way that he could deny her. Sawyer was fully aware that Brodie found her absolutely adorable.

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this post was made for brodie. and it's a lovely 537 words long. charactername is wearing click. and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.

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[BRODIE ALEXANDER TRÜMPER]

A slight laugh escaped brodies mouth at sawyer's squeal. Its nice to see you too darling. he smiled. He looked at her legs, she did look like she was in pain. brodie sighed and walked over to her. big and macho, doesn't really suit me. brodie laughed, flexing his thin arms though he did have slight muscles from shopping, but those were his legs, not his arms. i'll hold you up if you fall over. but because i lurve you so much, i'll try to pick you up. brodie laughed taking her hands, here, i'll hold you like in those movies when people get married. ugh whats that called? he said putting his hands under her small frame. either way i know you have to use your legs to pick someone up, so here goes. he said slowly picking her up off the bed.

BRODIE broke into a fit of giggles when he was holding sawyer over her bed. okay are you ready? if i drop you i blame you for not making me work out. brodie smiled jokingly. but his laughs kept him from moving her from hovering over her bed, he soon dropped her down and laid beside her laughing. maybe i can get the driver to get you to the car. brodie said smiling at her with his head on his hand. i should have brought kris or terr with me, they'd be strong enough to pick you up. brodie frowned before laying his head down beside hers. sorry i can' pick you up. he said, staring up at the ceiling.