Remington
"Remington," Emerson yelled from my doorway. I had finally started sleeping in my own bed. Ok, I still wasn't sleeping too much. The same damn nightmare. I hoped she was at least happy with the sickness I was going through. I couldn't eat, I couldn't think straight, and you could forget sleeping. She probably- undoubtedly- no she one-hundred percent hated my guts, and the worst thing was, I couldn't possibly, in my right mind blame her. Look at that, a reason to actually be grateful that I wasn't in my right mind, "get up. Your heart is broken, we know. Please, make something out of yourself, Jesus Christ."
My brother all but hated me too once he found out what I did. Said I was stupid for letting her get away, when she was coming to make things right. Like I didn't fucking know. Sure, Sebastian always pissed me off when he gave me advice, because he was always right but, Emerson always told me things that I already knew. Because, he knew that I needed to hear them again. Who knew that people understanding you so well, could feel like pure shit. Sorry, I'm in a bad mood. Look at that, now I'm telling you things that you already know.
"Please, don't let the door hit you on your way out, Jesus Christ!" I mocked, with a scoff.
"That's it," My little brother shrugged, "I wasn't gonna let him do it. Now, I'm gonna let him do it."
"Do what-," My question was cut off by Sebastian stomping into the room and dumping a bucket of cold water over me, "what the fuck Sebastian?"
Sebastian rolled his eyes, "You needed a shower, you're welcome."
"Why are you being assholes," I yelled, "why is this my fault?"
"Oh it's completely your fault," Emerson took a turn to roll his eyes, and I shut out Sebastian's light chuckle as I pushed my now dripping hair back, "your my brother, and I have your back. If Austyn was bad for you, I'd support your decision. If I didn't like her, I'd be clicking my fucking heels, and maybe even kissing your cheek but, I love her. She's so selfless, and she cares- or at least cared- about you when, let's be honest, did you really deserve it? She's been through so much! Obviously it's already hard for her to trust but, she still forced herself to find you, and give you a shot because she loves you that much. God, she didn't even get to the point of actually being with you and you already fucked up! You already broke her heart. Seriously, what the fuck?"
I wiped my face, "Do you think I don't know? You keep telling me things I know!"
"We turned in the album today," Sebastian clicked his tongue, "without you, because you won't come out of your room. The release party is next week. Austyn's coming because your stupid mistake will not cost us the best photographer we've ever had, and we're also not doing this without you because there will be a performance, and you know what- you're our front man for fucks sake! So suck your shit up, and get ready to sing that song you wrote about her, right to her fucking face."
I let my jaw drop at his words. Apparently this is what I needed. I was looking for sympathy, and that wasn't gonna cut it. Emerson gave Sebastian a small clap, and I flipped him off.
"Ok. You're right," I sighed, "now get the fuck out so I can shower for real."
"Love you!" Emerson grinned innocently.
"Hate you more." I shouted, smiling.
"Is it alright if Larisa and Shy come over for pizza later," Sebastian asked carefully after Emerson left the room. I started glancing around the floor, pretending to search for something, "what the hell are you doing?"
"Looking for eggshells," I jabbed, giving him a tired glare before getting out of my bed, as I started jumping around my floor, "oh that's weird, there are none."
