Wish You'd Met Me First (boyxboy)

Chapter 7: Movie Marathon

A/N: Chill'n with the guys, here you'll find about their personality slightly.

When they're gone, the parking lot feels way too empty—way too quiet. I just stand there like an idiot for a second, staring at the spot where Brett's car was, trying to shake off whatever's spinning in my head.

I finally get into my car, slamming the door shut and leaning my head back against the seat. Get a grip, Aiden. Tomorrow's supposed to be a chill day, just hanging out with the guys, but right now? I don't know how I'm gonna make it through without these feelings screwing everything up.

I start the car and pull out of the parking lot, gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual. I know I should just let it go—Brett's with Blaine, and that's that. But whatever this is, it's hanging around, and I have no idea how to shake it.

When I pull into the driveway, the house is dark—parents already asleep. They didn't make it to the game tonight, but I'm not mad. They're always working overtime, doing what they can to give me the best of everything. They even left me a good luck note, so I get it. Really, I do. But sometimes, it'd be nice for them to be there.

I sit in the car for a minute, scrolling through my phone. Social media's blowing up with game pics—shots of us celebrating, fans going crazy. And, of course, there's a couple of shots of Brett and Blaine's kiss on the football field and some happy pics at the diner, someone must've snapped them. Seeing them together again makes my chest tighten.

I shove my phone into my pocket and head inside. The house is silent as I make a beeline for my room, not bothering to turn on any lights. I flop onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. The game, Brett, Blaine—it all keeps replaying in my head.

The next day, the sun's high in the sky when I pull into Tom's driveway. His place is our usual hangout spot—a big basement, perfect for movie marathons and gaming. I grab the snacks from the front seat and head inside.

The basement's buzzing when I walk in. Tom's got the big couch set up in front of the TV, and the coffee table's packed with the usual chips, popcorn, candy. Jason is messing with the gaming console.

"Aiden! You made it!" Tom calls from the mini-fridge, pulling out drinks.

"Get over here, man. We're about start the first movie."

"Yeah, wouldn't miss it," I say, dropping the snacks on the table. I glance around—no Brett or Blaine yet. Not sure if that's a good thing or not.

Ryan's already on the couch, controller in hand, locked into a racing game with Jason.

"Yo, Aiden!" Ryan yells, still glued to the screen. "Get ready to lose, man. I'm taking all challengers tonight."

I chuckle, sliding onto the couch next to him. "Yeah, we'll see about that, Matthews."

Tom tosses me a soda, and I crack it open, taking a long sip. The vibe's good—everyone's chill, talking trash, laughing about nothing. It's a nice break from everything.

Then the doorbell rings, and I know exactly who it is. A few seconds later, Brett and Blaine come down the stairs, Brett's arm slung casually around Blaine's shoulders, both of them grinning.

"Look who finally showed up!" Ryan yells without looking up from his game.

"About time," Jason adds, tossing a pillow at Brett, who catches it easily and laughs.

"Is my address hard to find?" Tom teases, grinning.

"Hey, we had to make a pit stop for snacks," Brett says, holding up a bag filled with chips and candy.