Pain;Down To A Tea

Chapter 3

Brooklyns POV

I don't know what in the world possessed me to think that this would be a good idea but here we are. Easton is still asleep. It's 9:30 and he's still asleep. I do give him a little credit for it being the weekend.

I finish tying up my shoes and then grab my bag that I had packed last night. I want to talk to him before I leave but I don't want to just wake him up from his beauty sleep.

I know one thing though he sure doesn't look like sleeping beauty when he sleeps. More like sleeping shrek.

Since I don't want to wake him I opt for picking up the dry erase marker and writing him a note on the dry erase board hanging on the fridge.

Be back tomorrow night

Text me if you need anything 123-456-789

Oh and PS. don't do any stupid shit

I close the cap back on the marker and put it back, grab my bag and walk out the door. Now for the dreaded part. Walking down the steps and then driving for an hour.

But it's all worth it if I get to see my little baby niece aka my mini bestie. I also get to see my brother and sister and law and I love them too. But you just can't go wrong with the baby.

I finally make it to my car which seems like it takes forever to get there.

I throw my bag in the backseat and then get in and start the car because I think I will die if I go one more minute in this hot ass car with no ac.

I don't know if y'all have ever been to North Carolina or know anything about it but one thing is, is that it is hot as balls in August.

Finally after my ac turns on I can breathe. I pull out of campus and immediately without even thinking my mind already drives me across the road to starbucks. Huh, must be a coincidence whoops.

I order my coffee and then go back to my little mini road trip. And what's a good car ride without good music? I grab my phone and scroll through spotify clicking on my playlist. I have a bad habit of looking at my phone while driving. Probably should fix that.

I have the most weird music taste. One minute I'm listening to Morgan Wallen the next I'm listening to Drake then Ross lynch you never know with me.

But at the moment my personal favorite happens to turn on, Noah Khan. For the next few minutes I have a good jam sesh. Then my weakness turns on. Meagan Moroney.

I don't know what she puts in her songs but it is like someone is cutting onions when her sad songs play.

And I have only ever been in one relationship that didn't really mean anything to me but it still gets me every time.

I look down at my gas light and realize that it went off a while ago and I still haven't gotten gas yet. Probably should get some now.

Taking that in mind I find the nearest one and pull in. I pump my gas and then decide that I want something to eat so I grab my phone and wallet and walk into the store.

Going into convenient stores always creeps me out when I am alone. There is usually some weird creepy guy. And of course this time there is. "Oh, Hi there beautiful" some homeless looking guy says sitting on the curb.

I just ignored him and walked in. I go straight for the candy aisle and pick out my favorite. Nerd gummy clusters can never go wrong with those.

Before any other creepy old homeless men can talk to me I hurry up and pay and walk out to my car. I throw my stuff down and hear my phone buzz against the seat.