Love Syndrome - Rewritten

18.2

You don't have to listen to the song above as you read, I would actually recommend against it, but I like this song and I think it fits Brick's mood at the start, also it s a good song so I wanted to share it. 

Brick's P.O.V

Gear didn't ask me anymore questions. 

I don't know what time I fell asleep or how I even got to my bed but I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. 

I looked at the name; Gear. 

When I answered, he asked what happened yesterday and I told him that Day and I aren't a thing anymore. That it was over. 

I remember the forced steadiness of my voice, the cold lifeless tone. He tried to ask why but I just told him to stop because I didn't want to talk about. 

I think he might've yelled something at me about always keeping things to myself and bottling up negative emotions but I'm pretty sure I hung up on him and went back to sleep. 

I woke up the next morning and somehow I had the energy to get ready and shower. Then the hunger set in so I went out for lunch. I don't even know what I ate. All I know is that when I got home again, Pete called. 

He asked how I was doing and if I wanted to hang out and as I was finally feeling the sadness and bitterness of the whole situation, I agreed. 

So...here I am, at the movies with a guy I've met once, when I was having a mental break down. 

Cool. Nothing suspicious about that. 

Pete offered to come pick me up and I agreed, not feeling like I had the energy to drive. 

Instead of calling me to tell me he was out the front, he walked to my door and knocked. 

And even though my parents knew I had come home at some point, they would be angry that I hadn't even talked to them since I had been back and then was suddenly leaving again.

I couldn't explain to them what was happening though because I knew they only accepted me being bi, thinking that I would only ever be serious with girls. 

But if they saw that a boy was affecting me this much...I shuddered at the thought. 

They wouldn't hurt me, physically, but I could already picture the disapproving looks on their faces...the disappointment. 

Ignoring my sudden, stressful thoughts, I walked to the door and was met with a handsome smiling face. 

He looked me up and down, then gulped and immediately looked away. I don't know why that made me so nervous but I could feel the heat on my cheeks. 

Clearing my throat, I mumbled a hi and then he walked me to his car. 

Man, this is feeling like a date. 

But...it isn't right?

I hope it isn't.

Once I had gotten into the car, it was like the awkwardness was left outside and back was the friendly bond we had formed when we had first met. 

The movie was a fun comedy, we ate lots of popcorn and talked non-stop before the movie had actually started. 

Afterwards, he turned to look at me, with this nervous yet excited glint in his eyes as he asked if I wanted to go out for some dinner, since it was late anyway. 

I couldn't say no to his puppy dog eyes, so I agreed reluctantly - which he knew was a ruse and that I was actually really grateful for the company. 

He hadn't asked any questions about that night or anything going on in my personal life, we just talked about random things and our opinions on them, such as pineapple on pizza, mint flavored ice-cream, and so many other things.