DROWNING

The Past

        Brea

                The smell of weed filled the air around me as I sat on this familiar couch.

"Bre Bre, I told you not to fuck that dude the moment I saw him.", Sebastian spoke before he placed the joint he was holding to his lips.

He tried passing it to me after but I quickly shook my head.

"I'm good....you did say that.", I admitted.

"You should have came back home to me with the twins. I don't know why you always wanted to be hardheaded.", he shrugged as he leaned back.

"I wasn't being hardheaded.... I'm a grown woman. I can't always expect you to save me or be there for me-", I started.

"I'll always be there for you. I'm your brother.", he smiled fondly.

Rolling my eyes, I looked away from him and around his place.

"I'm surprised you got it clean in here.", I said jokingly.

Sebastian smacked his lips before standing to his feet.

Walking over to the big window that sat in the middle of his wall, he peeked out the blinds.

"Let's get drunk. I know you being a working mom probably held you back from having fun-", he spoke.

"It didn't.", I interrupted.

"So....I'm going to bring you back to the fun we used to have.", he smirked ignoring when I interrupted him.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and started playing "Sunday" by Future loudly on a speaker.

He started to sway to the beat as he walked over to the kitchen.

His apartment layout was an open living room and kitchen then a hall that led to the bathroom and bedrooms.

"Heard you been goin to the gym, doin yoga. Got a trainer on deck, baby, tell me where you goin!", he sang loudly as he grabbed shot glasses.

Laughing at him, I shook my head but stood up to walk over to him.

"This is your first time seeing me in 10 years and you want to get me drunk!", I giggled.

"Not you giggling and shit. You scared?", he asked with an amused smile.

"I'm not scared. I just know how you like to party.", I shrugged with a little smirk.

"How I like to party?", he asked as he poured four shots.

"You like to get blacked out. I don't remember shit from the last time.", I laughed.

"I'll tell you! You came here crying after Kristy fixed your teeth because you said she put one in crooked-", he laughed so hard he had to stop what he was doing, which made me slap his arm.

"That shit was crooked! I made her fix it, look!", I pointed before laughing along.

"You were so mad, Brea!", he said as his laughing calmed down.