3 Months Girlfriend
Chapter 36: The Surprise

Tyler treated the scratch on Sara's face. While the owner of the face compresses his bruised eyes.

"You shouldn't be looking for a fight if you're not good at fighting" Adam said, swapping the compress from Sara's hand for a new compress.

Sara again compressed her eyes without turning to Adam who was now back sitting at the end of the stage where they were training. "Who said I'm not good at fighting? If you pay attention, surely you can judge who gets the most injuries," said Sara whose ego does not want to lose.

"Is Elle okay?" asked Bren who was trying to set his voice to sound indifferent.

Sara stood up before Tyler finished his job. Put a compress with the origin on the table, and pretend not to hear Bren's question.

"Hey! I haven't finished treating you, you know!" tyler protest.

Sara ignored Tyler's screams. "Come, hangout. I'm the dealership. I heard there's a new cafe in Queens" he said spontaneously.

"We're not training?" Despite asking like that, Joe still cleaned his bag.

"Sara should rest. Don't you see he's battered?" tease Tyler.

Sara looked at Tyler with narrowed eyes in annoyance. "Except you, Tyler. I won't buy you."

"Come, Honey. Don't be so." Tyler blinked one eye while embracing Sara's shoulder. Which was immediately pushed roughly by the owner of the shoulder.

"Anyway, Bren. Are you done borrowing my record?"

Bren patted his forehead. "Ah, yes. I'm done. You can take it in my room. I wanted to return it, but I forgot."

Sara immediately went to Bren's room.

Sara's eyes immediately recognized her belongings on Bren's desk. On the edge of the table, a brown box whose lid was already slightly open.

When Sara took her black disk. His elbow accidentally nudged the box until it fell and made the contents scatter on the floor.

Sara immediately put her disc back on the table, and immediately crouched down to clean up the mess she made. Sara grunted in annoyance.

Sara flipped the cardboard over first before putting in the scattered trinkets. There are bracelets made of colorful beads. Judging from its size it seemed to belong to a small child.

Looks like those things were Bren's childhood stuff. Sara's eyes are glued to a photograph of Bren's childhood. Beside him was a girl his age with red hair tied in two. Sara felt familiar with the girl's face.

In the photo, the faces of Bren and the girl appear to be straws with cream cake. They laughed wide. Bren's hand was slung over the shoulder of the Girl who was embracing her waist.

Sara flipped the photo sheet in her hand and read the message written behind it. The writing looks like a typical disheveled child. However, that was not what made Sara's eyes widen, but the contents of the letter.

Happy birthday, Bren! Loved you.

...-From Elle your best friend....

"Sara! You were so long. We've been waiting for you—" The photo sheet in Sara's hand fell to the floor and upside down.

"I'm out now!" Sara replies to Bren in panic. He was about to clean up the contents of the box on the floor, but he had no time. So he immediately took out his milk disc, put it in a bag, and ran out following his friends.

Elle must apologize to Bren. He regretted that he had accused Bren of no-no. So, Elle sent a message to Bren to invite him to meet.

Ellen Clark:

Bren, I want to talk to you. Can we meet?

Elle bit the tip of her thumb as she fretted waiting for a reply to a message from Bren. Does Bren still want to see him? Is Bren gonna forgive him?

The ringing of the cell phone disperse the reverie of Elle. Without looking at the phone screen, Elle immediately raised the incoming call.

"Hello, Elle. Go to my house. I'm outside right now. But, I'll be home soon. Wait there."

Hearing Bren's voice made Elle sigh in relief. Elle was unable to prevent the smile on her face.

"alright. I'll be there."

"Where are you going? We haven't even ordered anything yet" Sara said with her face folded.

"He has Sara's boyfriend. Of course I'd like to see his favorite girlfriend" Tyler said.

Disregarding the protests and chanting his friends, Bren still went out of the cafe and walked towards the parking lot.

Bren didn't want to bother sending a message. Either because he just wanted to listen to Elle's voice, to make sure that Elle was okay, or just because he didn't want to bother typing messages. Bren had no idea which reason supported his actions right now.

Just until the second ring, Elle had already picked up her phone call.

"Hello, Elle. Go to my house. I'm outside right now. But, I'll be home soon. Wait there," Bren said as he opened the car door and got inside.

"alright. I'll be there" replied Elle from across the phone.

Without a second thought, Bren immediately drove off his car.

Elle pressed the bell of Bren's house nervously. Has Bren arrived home? Did he come too soon? What if Bren isn't home? What if Bren doesn't come home and opt for non-krong with his friends?

But Elle's fear was meaningless. Because he heard the door opening.

Elle twisted her body quickly. He almost fell down in surprise. Nope. He was not surprised that Bren was in front of him.

The thing that made him so shocked was, Dean Hudson was standing before him! Dean is a legendary singer, and one who now produces or writes songs more often.

Elle found out about Dean because her father used to play Dean's songs in the car. Dean Hudson's voice practically fills Elle's childhood memory.

Anyway Dean Hudson is amazingly famous for his genius in music. How could Dean Hudson be here?

"You must be Ellena Clark?" guess Dean very kindly.

Waitaminute! How did Dean know Elle's name?

"Include me Dean. Bren's Dad. You're gonna want to meet Bren. I think he went out with his friends. You can go in and wait inside."

How did Dean know Elle's name? Did Bren tell Dean his neighbor?

Elle just nodded and tailed behind Dean. He was confused how to behave. Because too much shocking information is happening simultaneously right now.

"You wait in Bren's room. I'll call him—"

"I contacted him earlier. He said he'd be home soon."

Dean dropped the phone on his ear. "Oh. So. Good then. You can wait in Bren's room."

Elle nodded her head small. "Thank you, Mr. Hudson's."

Dean laughed crisply. The wrinkles around his eyes looked deeper. "Call me Dean."

"Ah, well," muttered Elle more to herself.

Dean's gone. Elle enters Bren's room.

Spacious room. Domination with gray color makes the feel of the room seem elegant.

However, there is one thing that makes the room look less. It was a box of chocolates with items splattered around it.

So, with the intention of helping, Elle walked towards the box to clear the items scattered on the floor.

Not only had Elle made it to the brown box, the angry screams of Bren from the doorway startled her.

"Who said you had the right to enter my room?! Go now!"

Elle turned her body fast. "Bren—"

"Get out!" bren's snapping was undeniable.