brent and pierson: what are we?

"i can't tell you" pt 3

p: so if you know can you tell me!

lr: umm so

p: please

lr: i can't tell youu

p: ugh i know you can't, nobody can

pierson put her hands over her face

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lr: i'm sorry pierson

p: it's fine

lr: you sure?

p: i'm just gonna go to bed bye

lr: bye

pierson hangs up

*the next morning*

brent's pov:

i woke up the next day not remembering too my much of what happened last night, i opened my phone and saw messages from pierson
they read:

p: hey brent i'm so sorry about last night, i overreacted
p: you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to
p: i love you

brent looked at the messages and smiled

he replied

"i love you too"

lexi barged into his room

lr: morning

br: omg ever heard of knocking?!

lr: i normally do but you don't have company so there is no point

br: why are you in here

lr: pierson isn't mad at you

br: yeah i figured

he sat up in bed

lr: how?

br: she texted me

lr: get ready and eat something the group and max are coming over in half an hour

br: okay

lr: if max doesn't help us then we'll tell pierson and we can figure something out

br: we can't tell her yet

lr: why?

br: i know exactly how she's gonna react, i don't wanna see it

lr: your gonna have to at some point

br: i knoww

he got out of bed

br: now please leave

they get ready and then the group comes over they are all sat in the living room