✔️Get Naked - Katya Zamolodchikova x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Five

You and Brian sat in silence for what felt like an hour, but eventually he was the one to speak up. Parting his lips gently, he adjusted in his seat, his eyes flicking down to yours and his eyebrows furrowed painfully. "I love you." He sniffled, placing his hand over yours.

Your heart twisted in your chest. "I love you too, baby." You hummed, your lips quivering into a frown. Brian stood from his seat and you were left sitting on the ground. "I- I need to go talk to Trixie. Do you want me to to- uh- send Violet out?" He asked, barely whispering as he avoided your eye contact. You nodded slowly, and moved to sit in the chair as he walked back in the apartment.

Your head was spinning. You felt completely disoriented and you barely understood what was happening. "What the fuck did you do, bitch?" Paul asked, poking his head out the door with his classic 'no bull-shit' expression plastered across his face.

"I fucked up. I just got so scared of the commitment and I fucked everything up..." you sighed, shaking your head as you rested your face in your hands, completely emotionally exhausted.

Paul audibly scoffed and that definitely perked your attention. "Honey you've never been one for commitment, I don't know why you expected this time to be different." He stated, crossing his arms dramatically as he leant against the sliding glass doors.

Paul was not helping this situation at all. "I fucking know that! But I wanted to be happy- you literally told me I should go for it- what did you want it all to explode?!" You snapped, spreading your arms out wildly as your anger only increased.

You could really use someone who had an ounce of sympathy in this moment- even some sympathy for Brian! If Violet had come out and yelled at you it would have been better than him trying to convince you he'd know exactly how things were going to turn out from the beginning.

"I want you to be happy, but your obviously not being cooped up in an apartment with little miss breakdown! You love to party, you love to hookup! You hate this life!" Paul scoffed, accentuating all the right words to make you want to sock him in the throat. "I'm saving you (Y/N), we're still young! don't let him tie you down!" Paul added at the end with an obnoxious groan.

You had really let Violet get in your head and it was going to ruin everything.

"Fuck you. At least 'little miss breakdown'-" you said in air quotations, standing to get right in Paul's face. "Isn't having a temper tantrum over somebody else's life. I'm the happiest I've ever been and I can't blame any part of it on you- you don't deserve all that credit- but I can say that you sure did have a big ole part in tearing everything I love down. Get the fuck out and try not to let your attitude hit you in the ass on the way out." You yelled, pointing to the door. Paul scoffed one final bratty scoff before turning on his heels and storming out.

You knew you were the confrontational type, but Violet and Brian were the two people you never saw yourself fighting with.

In Brian's case, you could just never get mad enough at him to actually yell, but Paul was your best friend. Paul was supposed to give you advice and help you through things, not give up the second shit got rough and pretend he was all knowing.

Like for real. You had never expected to hear something like that leave his mouth, let alone to have to listen to him bash Brian. Everything had gone to shit and in that moment, you decided a cigarette was the best thing you could do to fix it.

You sat with your face in your hands as you smoked for what felt like hours until the sound of the screen door opening shook you back to reality. Your eyes darted up to find Brian looking down at you with and empty expression on his face.

"Come to bed?" Brian asked, barely speaking loud enough for any sound to actually reach your ears. His bottom lip was already quivering and he looked as though he had been crying for quite some time.