The Bride's Brother

Eight - Queens

EIGHT

When I woke up, I found that "comfortable pillow" I was laying on, was Drew. The TV was off, and the bowl of popcorn was empty. 

I lifted myself up, feeling a little guilty. Drew was sleeping in a sitting position, with his head laying back onto the cushions, whereas I just made myself comfortable and took over the couch with my head in his chest. 

I couldn't decide whether or not to wake him up, but I woke him up anyway. 

"Drew," I whispered, poking his arm. "Drew, wake up."

His eyes slowly opened and then widened when he saw my face a foot away from his. He quickly stood up and adjusted his tie. Walking over to get his jacket, he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't think I would fall asleep."

"I blame the movie. It was really boring," I said, to cover up any awkwardness. 

He chuckled softly. "Uh, thanks for that by the way," he said, his voice extremely husky. "Also, that is one of the best movies I've ever seen."

I smiled, and looked down. 

He headed to the door, "Bye, Mary."

"Bye," I responded, heading to my room to brush my teeth and get dressed.

I decided today I would get a day off from this whole wedding list, and just give some time for myself. The first place I went was to the coffee shop. After getting a nice cup of warm coffee, I called for a taxi to take me to Westford Apartments, also known as, April's place.

I have a key, and I want to make sure everything is normal. 

Walking around her apartment, I felt envious. Her and Malcolm had all these cute pictures of them hanging on their walls, and it makes me want someone I could do that with. The last time I was here was when April and Malcolm were leaving. They called me over to help them with any last minute adjustments.

It feels so empty without April in here. She would always walk around in her sweats and eating pop tarts.

For a second, I thought of April's old room we used to play in as kids, and gossiped in as teenagers. Feeling like taking another stroll through memory lane, I called Drew.

"Hello?" Drew asked. His voice sounds husky over the phone.

"Hey, Drew. You're not busy, right?" I asked, waiting for a reply.

"No, why?"

"I was wondering if you parents still live in that house where you guys grew up? I was kind of thinking about it a little, and I just wanted to see it again."

He chuckled, "Yea. I was there a week ago, actually."

"Seriously? Are they home now, I want to visit," I said, feeling excited.

"They're not home. They're visiting some family friends in Chicago, so--" There was a brief pause. "I have a key, though. We could go now, if you'd like."

I took a cab home quickly, and arrived a few minutes before Drew, which gave me time to fix my hair up. 

"Ready to go?" he asked, through my wide open front door. 

"Oh, yeah," I said, after recovering from the fright he gave me. 

We took a train to Queens which was around twenty to twenty five minutes, then took a cab to the house.

"Are you sure your parents would be fine with us going in their house uninvited?" I asked, sort of whispering so the driver wouldn't hear.

"Well, I'm their son, so I should be fine. You would just be breaking and entering," he joked.