Your POV: "hey. :) " you look at him, thinking of everything you two have done together and that night. "Brett, why can't I stop thinking about you? You're always there when I'm trying to stop thinking about you, so why? " he stares at you for a moment, confused.
"What do you mean " think about me?" If there something I did wrong?" You shake your head, "oh no, you didn't it's just that i- I actually.. I don't know.. " you avert your eyes away from his, your trying so hard not to say anything that would make you look stupid.
"Well if I'm bothering you that much then I can leave. " he looks at you with a blank expression on his face. "What- no.. I promise your not a problem your just fine.. " he keeps staring, "then why aren't you answering my question? " you look away again. "Hey! I'm right here, can't you look at me? " he looks frustrated, and you start to get upset.
"Look. You did NOTHING wrong I just-" you keep stopping before you say it, unable to... For some reason you just can't say it. "Then why? If you're so sure I didn't do anything then why can't you even look at me?" Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach, your stomach churns at the thought of him hating you. "L-look it's just because.. "
Brett becomes frustrated even more. "what? Because of WHAT?" He looks like he's about to cry, "please just tell me what I did wrong.. " he looks away. "Okay fine, it's because I've been feeling some kind of way towards you and I was just to much of a coward to even admit it. I'm sorry I made you think you did something wrong when you didn't.. "
He looks at you, and his face lights up again, with that same look in that other dream.. Wait. Dream? You look around seeing the walls fall apart and you can see Brett disappearing, "wait- is this a dream..? " you look around as the walls begun to cave in, then you wake up. You gasp for air as you quickly sit up, but you forgot that Brett was laying on your chest so you catch his head and you lay back down to let him sleep in.
You just sit there and think about that dream and what it meant, you confessed how you felt towards him but then you realized it was a dream then the walls, and.. 'I don't even know anymore. ' you think to yourself. You can feel Brett shifting on your chest and you open your eyes to see his.
"Good morning.. " you say as you get up and he moves over to the other couch cushion. He yawns and he checks his phone, "it's only 1:27 at night..? " you look over "oh.. " he stretches as he lays back down, "what are you doing? " you ask.
"Um sleeping? Sorry do you want me to move?" You nod as you make your way over towards him, "oh I'm so so so sorry I'll move, just make sure to tell me where okay? Again I'm sor-" before he finishes you pick him up and you carry him to your room to sleep.
"I was going to tell you that the couch is uncomfy for me and for you, and before you say " OH bUt iTs FiNe fOr mEeEEe. " no. No it's not and I want to sleep in my bed and so are you. " he just stares for a moment then he looks away, "right.. " he lays down and so do you, but you roll over and you slowly wrap your arms around his waist.
Before you fall asleep he whispers, "thanks" you hug him a little tighter "Mhm" and you both fall asleep (🌚)
Around 5:30 in the morning you wake up to the sound of your alarm blaring in your ear, so you get up and turn it off preparing to go to work. You wake up Brett and you make your way into the kitchen. "BRETT!" you yell, "WHAT? " he yells back, "YOU WANT PANCAKES? OR CEREAL I WENT SHOPPING YESTERDAY SO YOU CAN HAVE ANYTHING YOU WANT! " there is silence for a minute.
"Uh can I just some cereal? Not that hungry. " you turn around and jump, he was now standing in the doorway. "SHIT-" he laughs, "I guess that's payback from when you scared the shit out of me" you roll your eyes, "ha-ha-ha so funny" you make yourself and Brett both a big bowl of cereal, and you both head to work. (After y'all ate you both got dressed but I was to lazy to put that. 🌚🌚)
You get in your car and you wait for Brett to hop it too, when he does you start the car and you make your way to cognito inc. It's silent for a few minutes until you broke the silence. "Heyy so what was up with you last night? You were out in the rain and you were limping. " Brett averts his eyes to the window, but stays silent.
"I mean if your not comfortable with talking to me about it, you don't have too. " he sighs, "well, last night I was in my kitchen waiting for my food to arrive,until I heard a knock on my back door, I thought that it was my food so I open it but it wasn't, it was some guy he had a gun in his hand demanding his "money" when I had no idea what he was talking about. "
"So what happened after that? And why did you leave your house if someone broke in? " he looks over, "well I didn't "leave" on my own you know, I was forced out of my house and the guy had a gun so I really didn't have an option." You think for a moment, "but that still doesn't explain the reason you were limping, and why didn't you call the police from my phone or tell me anything when you came over? "
He sighs, "well 1. I tripped into a ditch and twisted my ankle/leg really badly, 2. The guy broke my phone, you really think I would have been able to get my phone back from a guy with a gun? Not to mention I was already freaking out, and 3. I didn't because I didn't think it mattered because believe it or not, this has happened at least twice before. Except all the other guys were just drunk and they had a knife so I wasn't so worried. "
He pauses for a moment, "but this guy, he seemed like he was on drugs? But like he was on something. " you stop from a moment, thinking of the story. how this has happened at least "twice before", which you didn't really believe. "Are you lying to me? Because this seems like a really bad cover up story. " he pauses. "No." You raise an eyebrow, "just no? No explanation orrr? " he just stays quiet.
"Alright then, I did say you didn't have to tell me anything so I appreciate the fact you even told me anything " you turn and you smile at him. You both pull up to cognito inc. And you do the normal scanning and you make your way down the the war room. You check your wrist watch to see that your at least 2 minutes late which didn't really seem like a big deal so you just walk inside.
"What. The. Fuck. "
(Heyyy 🌚 I have nothing to say, this is garbage. Also 1267 words 🧍♀️.)
