She's No Longer With The Band

Six.

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Nate's Point of View:

"Holy shit," Brendan groaned while rolling his eyes and tilting the Coca Cola bottle that I was holding up to my lips. "Drink the fuck up mate," He complained while shaking his head.

I took a sip only because I was forced by his firm grip on my jaw and him shoving the glass bottle to my lips. Soon after I took a few sips, I swatted the bottle away with my hand, my face scrunching up in the process. "I don't want to drink, I'm trying to focus," I replied as Brendan snickered and shook his head in disbelief.

"On what?" He shook his head while squinting his eyes. He then motioned his stretched out arm to what was currently ahead of me; the television that wasn't on. "...What the black tv screen?" He quipped as I rolled my eyes and toyed with the material of my tight black t-shirt.

I raised my brows, preparing for the annoying reply I had in mind. "I happen to enjoy the color black,"

To my guess, Brendan snickered, shaking his head and then rolling his eyes.

"Oh really?" Brendan replied slowly and sarcastically, the words dripping off of his tongue as he shook his head pretending to be shocked. "Would've never guessed it,"

I raised my eyebrows with an amused smile, shaking my head back and forth as I grabbed the bottle of beer, contradicting myself, and took a sip of beer. The cold liquid slid down my throat as some of the tension released in my head, my temples suddenly become less tight, my jaw suddenly becoming less clenched. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand, and felt Brendan rub his hand across my back as I stayed hunched over, beer in my hand, sulking on a Friday night in his house.

He pressed his lips together in a thin line, still rubbing my back and leaning forwards, as if he were trying to make eye contact. I don't expect him to say anything I'll seriously use and absorb, cause, after everything, I don't know if anything anyone says can snap me out of it. If you'd told me during that tour that all this shit would've gone down, I would've laughed in your face. I'm not stupid? I know what I'm doing...

Apparently now being 24, I still don't.

It's just, after everything, I can't believe she's with him. The one who quite literally shot her father in the heart. And yeah I understand wanting revenge on me, and feeling betrayed by her own father, but she loved him so much. She loved that man, but once again, he betrayed her.

It's all a mess.

Instead of lecturing me, or trying to get me to talk about my feelings, Brendan asked me a question. "How do you feel after seeing her?"

I snickered at his question, drowning myself in my sorrows by taking some more long sips and swallowing. I raised the bottle lightly as I allowed myself to lean back into the comfortable sofa, wishing it would just swallow me whole. 

"Splendid," I replied sarcastically which made Brendan grin to himself lightly. I took another sip of beer and bit down on my bottom lip. "I felt lovestruck," I added sarcastically which caused Brendan's facial expression to freeze.

I looked at him, confused as to why he wasn't smiling anymore, and was looking at me deeply. It was almost as if he were looking into my soul or something, like he knew exactly what I was thinking and I couldn't exactly do anything to stop it. I waited a few more seconds, widening my eyes at him and smiling to try and get him to crack and stop with his weird gaze, but nothing worked, and he kept his eyes on me.