The Wingman(Radford angst)

Chapter Three

Tears flooded down my cheeks.
I wasn't sure what to do.
Sure, I was probably just being dramatic, but I wasn't sure how to process this.
What if Rick felt uncomfortable around me if I said anything?
What was I going to tell everyone?
What if I wasn't feeling this way, and I just had one too many shots of champagne earlier?
That might be it. Sure.
I tried to convince myself that was the case, and attempted to take deep breaths.
That's when I heard the door open. I looked behind me to see my younger brother, Robert.
"Rad, are you okay?" He asked.
"I-I'm fine..don't worry about it."
He studied me for a moment. "Okay, then. How are Jenna and Brooke doing?" He asked, forgetting he saw me in this state all together.
I would've been more offended if this wasn't what happened every time I talked to somebody.
"They're doing great! Jenna is thinking of proposing soon." I said, trying not to cry again.
"That's amazing!" Robert said. "Alright, I have to go to the bathroom and meet my boyfriend at Candy Club, but I'll see you around, Rad!"
The mere mention of Robert and Ross's relationship made me want to cave. Or, rather a romantic relationship in general. I didn't know what I wanted anymore. "Alright...I'll see you tomorrow at work, Robert." I said somewhat shakily.
It seemed like almost everyone I knew was romantically involved with someone. Or just had a crush. Either way, this town seemed obsessed with romance, and that was haunting to me.
But...what if these feelings towards Rick...
How much I want to tell him I love him...
Make our "romantic" experiences legitimately romantic...
This is insane.
I watched Robert leave the bathroom, and once he was gone, I buried my face in my hands. I felt lost.
A million questions.
Zero answers.
I splashed my face with water, dried myself off, and made my way out of the bathroom.
The last thing I wanted was for Rick to get worried.
I walked out, to see Rick standing right there in front of me.
"Radford, are you okay?" Rick asked. "You've been in there for an hour."
Has it really been that long?
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine..don't worry about it, Rick," I said, trying to be reassuring.
He sighed. "We should head home. You've got work tomorrow."
I softly smiled. "Yeah..." I could hardly make eye contact with him. I couldn't talk to him about this.
He would probably hate me. Or feel uncomfortable around me.
And I didn't want to cause him any stress.
Plus, I was probably just being dramatic.
I tend to be overly dramatic sometimes.
It was a silent walk back home. Usually, I would make "conversation", where it was me rambling about a movie, show, or musical, and Rick would just listen, occasionally asking a question or saying "yeah" or "you're right" every once and a while.
But tonight was different. I couldn't think of anything I wanted to talk about.
I just wanted to go home and maybe sort things out.