Brett Hand one shots

Sick day

"Brett!" Reagan called out.

"Have anyone seen Brett?" Reagan asked the gang.

"He said he was feeling sick and that he was going to stay home." Gigi responded.

Reagan knew that wasn't true because he would have called her instead of one of the gang.

"I'm going to make sure Brett is ok. Try not to destroy the room wail I'm gone!" Reagan said to the gang getting ready to leave.

Reagan came up to Brett house. It was in a rich neighbourhood and was one of the smaller ones.

Reagan knocked on the door and was greeted by a maid.

"How may I help you?" The maid said.

"I'm one of Brett friends. He said he was sick and I wanted to make sure he is ok." Reagan responded.

"I'll go get him." The maid said.

After ten minutes the maid came down with Brett.

Brett was still in his pj bottoms and he had a ghost buster t-shirt on.

"I'll leave you two alone." The maid said has she went in the other room.

Brett took a sit at his dining room table and singled Reagan to sit with him.

"Are you ok? You look like shit." Reagan said.

"I'm fine I just haven't been able to sleep well!" Brett said trying to play it off not wanting to worry Reagan.

"Brett... you would have called me if you needed a sick day." Reagan said.

Brett was cursing himself for not thinking about that.

"You said that taking helps." Reagan said pulling Brett out of his thoughts.

"Well ok but please don't tell the others!" Brett said to Reagan.

After a few minutes of explaining Reagan was absolutely furious that Brett so called friends would do that.

"WHY THE HELL WOULD THEY OUT YOU LIKE THAT!" Reagan said absolutely furious standing out of her sit.

"I...I don't know." Brett said starting to cry.

"Hey it's ok that your gay and I won't tell anyone until you're ready." Reagan said sitting back down while rubbing Brett back trying to calm him down.