His Song

Chapter 25: Has it Already Been a Month?

Brendan's P.O.V.

"I'm a month clean, bitches!" I yell. Mom yells back, "Language!"

It was January 2; I was a month clean from self-harm. It was also mine and Brianna's one month anniversary. I just got her flowers. Nothing too special. It's only our first month, so it's probably going to be a movie night. And I have the best movie for us to watch.

Brianna's P.O.V.

    Mine and Brendan's one month anniversary and I didn't get anything for him...shit. I'm a failure! I didn't know what to get! I couldn't get flowers because HE'S A GUY! Maybe I could do a love letter or something. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

    I pull out a piece of sketch paper to make it look nice, a black ink pen, and start writing. I was about to put my pen on the paper, but when I was a centimeter away, I got writer's block. Writer's block is when you don't know what to write. It's like your mind goes blank. It's basically Satan himself.

    "I'm garbage!" I yell. So what do I do? I Google how to write a love letter. As I'm looking through the search results, I give up and create my own without help. I look at the paper again and start writing.

Dearest Brendan,

    How has it already been a month? It feels like it was just yesterday when you asked me to be yours. Those little moments with you makes me feel like there's no one around; it's just you and me on this God forsaken planet.

    But you, just you...you make me feel like no other guy has. We may have been through a lot already, but that's going to happen. No matter what happens in the future, I love you. I love your laugh, your smile, your personality, even your lip ring, everything.

    To be honest, I never wrote a love letter, and I don't know how to finish it off. You know how I feel about you. :)

I'm just doing stuff the friendly way!

Brianna (BB)

I guess that's good. I grab my Velvet Sugar perfume that came from Bath and Body Works and lightly spray the note just to give it a little personal touch.

    I find an envelope from the dining room cabinet and put the note inside. I grab a pen and write Brendan's name on it with a cute little sketchy heart in red ink.

    I seal the envelope and keep it in my room until further notice.

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    Later that night I go over to Brendan's.

    I knock on the front door and Adrienne answers. "Hey Brianna!" She looked worse than what she did the other night. She was pale like she had just seen a ghost and her lips were chapped and faded. Anyone could tell time was short. But she was the happy Adrienne Truscott everyone knew.

    Adrienne lets me inside and she closes the door. John looks in my direction and greets, "Hey Brianna!" I wave a little and say, "Hey!" I hear Brendan walk down the stairwell. He comes into the living room where everyone was at. He grabs my hand and says, "We're going to the basement!" Adrienne yells back, "Don't have sex!" Brendan: "We won't!"

    We go downstairs and Brendan has a nice little setup for a movie night. "I'm assuming we're watching a movie," I say. "Which movie?"

    "Insidious."

    Shit. No. Once upon a time, I was at Abby's house and we watched Insidious and I had to leave her house because I was so scared. The-freaking-end. "Oh my gosh, no."