𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧.

4 | furious

The restaurant was pretty and now dimly lit as the sun set. The trio sat at a sofa booth, Briarr and Nick on one side and Clay on the other.

Briarr leans over watching Nick furrow his brows at the menu he's holding in front of him. "Watcha ordering?" She asks.

Nick shrugs "Mm, maybe just a cheese burger and fries," He considers. "What about you?" He says looking up from his menu at Clay.

Clay looks one last time at the menu before lightly chucking it onto the table "Steak, it's really good here," He shrugs.

Briarr looks back down at her menu "I was gonna get the steak.."

Clay moves his eyes to her, "copying," he mutters, smirking.

She scoffs at him "Not everything's about you, you know!" She snaps, folding her arms.

Nick puts his hands up slightly "Chill, whats with you two?" He interrogated.

Clay snickers and shrugs "Dunno man, ms bush lady has been pissy with me since she got here,".

"Oh my fucking god! First of all asshole, ms bush lady? What are you twelve?" Briarr scolds "Second, you keep making snarky fucking comments at me!"

Clay laughs in disbelief "Well maybe if you could take a fucking joke,".

Briarr shakes her head angrily, "You can't insult people you barely know and expect them to take it as a joke!"

He rolls his eyes and presses his index finger into the table "You're just sensitive!"

Briarr scoffs and stands up abruptly "Fuck this," she mutters, shoving past Nick's legs.

Nick looks down fidgeting with his hands, he sighs "I should..Go talk to her," He says blankly, very barely giving Clay a smile.

He gets up, leaving Clay to himself at the booth, and follows Briarr's path. She was heading out of a door and Nick just caught up to her.

"Bri, hey!" He yells, getting her attention as he follows her outside onto a balcony of sorts.

She turns around, defeated, slapping her hands to her side "What? What do you want?" She breathed out.

Nick's face softens, waking to her side "Why don't you like Clay?"

She laughs, "Did I not make myself clear at the table?"

He opens his mouth to speak but only clears his throat. "Right... But, is there anything else?" He asks.

"He just, makes me furious!" She sighs "With all of his comments and stupid fucking grins,".

The two stand silently.

"I'm sorry I know he's your... Best friend Nick, but I can't stand him," She admits to him, leaning over the fence.

Nick walks up, placing his hand onto the fence gently, still staying silent, lost in thought.

She turns to him, her expression soft "I wanna go home,".

He sighs and looks down, chewing his lip "I'll get you a flight home," He offers "For tomorrow,".

Briarr smiles slightly "Thankyou.."

Nick flicks his hand saying it's no problem "Let's go back in,".

Once they were both seated again, the silence was painful. So painful.

Clay clears his throat and finally speaks up "I ordered for us.. Just, by the way.."

Nick smiles "Thanks, man."

Then they fall silent again.

Dead silent.

"Oh my god okay, I can't stand this!" Briarr speaks up "I'm... Sorry, I guess."

Clay holds back a laugh as Briarr glares at him.

"You could apologise too, just saying!" She sasses.

He smirks "Okay, and I'm sorry too," He apologises "Sort of.."

She glares at him again and mutters an 'ugh'.

The three carry on with awkward conversations and silences until their food is brought out by the waitress.

"Enjoy!" The waitress gleams, before walking off.

The silences weren't as awkward now, seeing as they had an excuse for not talking.

Briarr begins to eat her steak "Oh my god," She groans "That is so good."

Clay looks up at her, brows raised with a grin "I said it was good, did I not?"

She rolls her eyes "Okay, well I didn't really trust your tastebuds,".

He chuckles "You didn't trust my tastebuds after that perfect ass breakfast this morning? I'm basically a chef," He brags.

"Oh fuck," Nick gasps as the sauce from his burger drips onto his shirt "Are you fucking kidding me this is my good shirt!"

Briarr and Clay stare at him before bursting out laughing.

The rest of the night was more comfy, they all laughed with each other and then ordered desserts, until they went home.

Briarr's now laid on top of her bed, scrolling twitter, when Nick walks in.

"Hey," He says simply "I got you a flight,".

Briarr smiles but it fades into a frown as she thinks, "I don't wanna say goodbye to you,".

He scoffs as he sits on her bed "We're not saying goodbye, we'll facetime and visit each other all the time."

She deadpans "I am not doing another 20 hour drive just to see you, fuck off."

He laughs, "I'll get Clay to pay for all of your flights."

"What?" She asks, blinking.

Nick gulps "Oh right... Clay is um, paying for your flight home," He admits.

Briarr immediately sits up "WHAT!?" She exclaims.

Nick puts his hands up "Chill! It's fine," He tries to convince her.

She scoffs "Why the fuck is he paying for my flight?"

He rolls his eyes "Bri, he's rich as fuck and also consider it an apology."

Briarr sighs "I can't.. Whatever," She mutters, laying back down "As long as i get home.."

Nick stands up "Night, Bri." He mumbles.

"Goodnight, Nick." She mumbles back.