Last Summer || Damon & Brylan

Thirty-four || Brylan

No one ever told me how awkward it is to involve your families with your relationships. If I was smart enough to avoid that then I wouldn't be awkwardly washing the dishes whilst Zayn stares at me from the kitchen island.

'Do you want me to help,' he offers for the third time now. I think he's just trying to break the ice but I'd rather it stay frozen over. Unnecessary conversation only makes it worse.

The last time we spoke was days ago at the graduation after party. He said what he said to me and I left. Actually, I came back to him but it's because I thought about how stupid it was to let Damon handle it so I went back downstairs. I heard him threaten Damon by saying he wouldn't cut contact with me and it's been digging under my skin lately. He didn't seem willing to cut me off but I did it so fast. I feel like an asshole.

'Um, yeah you can dry these.' I point to the plates that I washed.

Him and his parents came over for dinner tonight and they've been getting closer. Rekindling. I don't see it as much of an issue since when the school year rolls around I won't be here. My plan is to move as far as goddamn possible for my own sanity, so I don't mind a couple awkward summer dinners since I won't be around for too long regardless. Plus our parents assume what we had is pure. Just a regular friendship, so we can't exactly protest the whole thing since we don't have a valid reason on why we would.

'I feel like the air is heavy. Dunno might just be me though,' his voice is fulled with humor. I turn my head so he doesn't see me smiling. I find his horrible attempt to ease the air so cringe that it's amusing. 'I shouldn't have said what I said. It was a dick move.'

'A dick move?' I wouldn't call it a move. I'd just call it being a dick.

'Yeah. Digging at your soft spot because I was hurt was ass,' he places the cloth down so he can give me his undivided attention. 'I was upset because you said you loved him. It pissed me off because I thought you were hurting me on purpose. It was dumb to fight fire with fire.'

'I shouldn't have said that.' I place the last cup on the dish rack before I start helping him dry what's there. I do the cutlery. 'That was a dick move. I started it so it's on me,'

finishing off we decide it would be better for us to talk about us moving forward when we're not in an open space. Heading towards my room I close the door behind him before walking over to my bed. Sitting down on the edge, he stays stood at my door.

'You spoke to him before me right? I assume you guys had a conversation before this one I'm having with you.' His question stunts me, 'I just wanna know which end of the stick am I on.'

'I did talk to him,' I stare at the ground. 'Which is why I'm talking to you. I wanna make it clear that I think it's better if we just cool out...'