Love Syndrome - Rewritten

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Brick's P.O.V

I jump up from the couch and rush to the door. But right before I open it, I remind myself that I did nothing wrong, that Day should have replied, he should have called and at least let me know he was okay. 

I sigh and then open the door calmly. 

God dammit, why does he have to be so hot! Even when I'm mad at him. 

There he stands, hands in his pockets, shoulders almost as broad as my door, while he glares down at me. 

I glare back!

Then move to the side, indicating for him to come in.

"So, where were you P'Day?" I ask, my tone rude. 

"I went out to meet up with a friend as well." He replies, voice emotionless as he takes off his jacket and hangs it on my coat hanger. 

"Which friend?" He better tell me their name or I swear to god I will punch his beautiful face in. 

"Her name is Nam, she runs a café near here, so I went there to calm down...I'll take you there sometime." Day says, looking into my eyes.

I was going to ridicule him for being with a friend who is a girl when he did the same to me...but decided not to after hearing the second part of his sentence. 

"...Maybe we can go tomorrow?" I ask in a hopeful tone. 

Should I leave what happened before alone? I don't know!

His eyebrows go up in surprise but he shockingly agrees. 

"I ordered lunch, you want some?" I should stay calm. I can have a mature conversation, for once. 

"Sure, what did you get?"

"Just some burgers and salad."

We sit down and eat in silence. God, I feel sick. The tension is killing me. 

"So...what happened back there?" I decide to bring it up. It's okay, we can do this. 

"Back where" 

Oh, you have got to be kidding me! How dare he feign innocence when he ruined my entire morning!

"Ya know, when you acted like an ass after Gear showed up? I think we should talk about it." I take deep breaths. I can do this, I'm not going to get angry, I'm not going to cry. We are just talking. 

"Well, sure." I look up, surprised and feeling hopeful...but that comes crashing down immediately.

"As long as you talk about whatever that Pete guy was saying first."

Oh no he didn't!

"Don't deflect this onto me! I didn't make an issue about it! We were going to talk and you know it, but then you stormed out!" I can feel my voice rising...but self-awareness can only do so much. 

"Brick, I don't want to get angry, so calm down." Day says, his tone cold. 

"Fine, I'll talk about P'Pete first then. What do you want to know?" I give in. Of course I give in...because I'm tired of fighting all the time. It's driving me insane!

"Firstly, I want to know what you did after we had that fight and 'broke up'." 

I hesitate at first, unsure of how to explain this because even I don't fully understand what happened that night. 

You never understand anything Brick, god you're so annoying! No wonder Day keeps getting mad. 

Shut up!

"W-well...Um...Basically, I was really hurt by what you s-said and I don't know why but I w-was walking for hours. P'Pete saw me and helped me. We w-went for dinner and ended up becoming friends. He told me he liked me, I turned him down and ghosted him and then he showed up out of nowhere at the coffee place. That's it...Now your turn." I decide to rush through my side. I don't want to be questioned on what happened that night. I don't think I could deal with that and still have a rational conversation. And despite the shakiness in my voice at the start, the more I talked the more sure I was that Day didn't need more of an explanation than this.

"Hold on, that's a lot of information." Day says. After a couple moments of him thinking and me silently watching him, he begins to talk again. "So...then why were you crying at breakfast?" He asks, his voice surprisingly soft. 

I feel the tension in my body melt away at the tone. Why is my body reacting like this!

"I was just reminded of things from our fight and the events leading up to it." I quietly mumble. 

"...Oh." Why does he look so weird? I-is he angry, no that's not it. I think he is...sad.

I guess he cares more than he let on. 

"Your turn, mister!" I interrupt whatever thoughts were going on in his mind, while simultaneously trying to lighten the mood. 

"Right. So...you're asking why I left and didn't contact you, right?" Oh, so he knows what he has done wrong but still has the audacity to ask?

Just as I'm about to say something snarky, he goes on.

"I left because I...didn't want to hurt you. I..." He gulps, he must be nervous, I assume because he isn't used to conversations like this. "I had a feeling that if I stayed we would fight badly and that it might even get physical...so I left. I also didn't want to contact you incase I said something I would regret. I-I'm sorry for not at least replying but I thought it was the best thing to do in this scenario." 

I feel my mouth drop open. 

I can't do anything except look at him in shock. Wow, how has this guy changed so much in just a couple weeks?

A sad smile blooms on my face at his honesty and the caring tone he spoke in. 

"It's okay. I understand now." I go over to him. He turns so I can stand between his legs as he wraps his arms around my torso. I gently run my finger through his hair as I hold his head to my stomach. 

"You better not ever do that again though. I'm warning you, it will be a blood bath." I smirk at him. 

I feel his chuckle vibrate through me. "Of course...my love." 

I look down at him. "What did you just say?"

He shrugs. 

He SHRUGS!

"Say it again! Say it! I need to hear it again to believe it!" I say with an ear splitting smile on my face. 

"So, I take it you like the nickname?" 

I can't help but blush at this...but will I admit this, never!

"Pfft, who would like such a cheesy nickname, not me!" 

Yes, me! I like it! Say it again!

"Come on, love, let's get this table cleaned up so we can enjoy the rest of our day." He says softly as I move back so he can stand.

On the outside, I look like a normal blushing person. 

On the inside, I'm screaming and ripping out my hair!

Eventually, I calm down, as we clean up the table and wash our dishes together. We then decide to sit down for a movie but I can tell neither of us is paying attention. 

We are sitting, cuddled up, his arm wrapped my shoulders and my head on his. I think we put on a rom com...but I honestly have no idea. Because...almost as soon as we both sat down, he put his hand on my leg, just above my knee. 

I look down at it, then at him and smirk.