Bryan's POV
After I said that, Tristan's eyes filled with tears which then rolled down his eyes.
"Tristan, why are you crying?!" Bella asked.
"I'm not crying," he said sniffling and running his eyes, " I just got, uh, dust in my eyes..."
I chuckled and he smiled at me.
Tristan reached his hand out and I grabbed it and he looked startled at first, but then he pulled me into a hug. I was shocked at first, probably because I've never had this kind of comfort from someone before, but I slowly wrapped my arms around his shoulders while he wrapped his around my waist.
He then proceeded to squeeze my waist which hurt a little because I had a bruise, making me wince.
"You okay?" Bella asked.
"Yeah, it just hurt, I have a bruise." I explained.
Tristan looked at me and rose my shirt a little and looked down at the said bruise. It honestly wasn't that bad, but it was a nasty color. Bella visibly winced and looked at the clock.
"Well, the bells about to ring, might as well just get out. Here," she motioned for Tristan and I to get up, "let me take you to my house so I can treat that bruise."
I nodded and got up and we left the classroom. The class looked at me and I just smiled and ducked my head down not wanting to look any in the eye. I felt Bella wrap her left arm around me and Tristan wrap his right arm around my waist.
And together, we left the school.
And for the first time, I didn't feel alone.
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Bella's POV
I was walking around the house getting the things I needed to treat Bryan's bruise, all while singing Fall Out Boy.
"I don't blame you
For being you,
but you can't blame me
For hating it
So say what are you waiting for
Kiss her
Kiss her
I set my clocks early
Cause I know
I'm always late"
I grabbed the ointment and the bandage and some ice packs and walked downstairs to the living room where Bryan was at.
Where was Tristan you ask?
Don't know. He disappeared once we stepped foot into the house.
"You can make all the moves,
You can aim all the spotlights,
Get all the sighs and moans just right. I'm sleeping on your folks porch again Dreaming she said she said she said 'Why don't you just drop dead?' "
"Aye, save that voice for the concert idiot."
I screamed and jumped when I heard Mario's voice, making me drop everything that I was holding. I looked down and sighed and began picking up everything.
"What are you doing here?" I asked while picked up the bandages.
"I live here." He responded.
I looked at him and glared at him.
"No you don't." I said.
"I know, I just didn't feel like going home."
I rolled my eyes and just decided to ignore him.
I sat next to Bryan on the couch in the living room and looked at him expectedly. He looked at me and we stared at each other a few minutes, neither of us saying a word. The silence, however, broke when he spoke.
"What?" He asked.
I looked at him with a 'you fucking serious right now?' face and he seem to have gotten he point. He looked at the other boys (Mario, Ivan, Christopher, and Travis) and looked back at me with his face red.
"Why are you blush-" I started to ask.
And then it hit me.
He was embarrassed that he would have to take off his shirt in front of the others.
I found this really hilarious so I proceeded to burst out laughing.
Bryan reacted by covering his face with a throw pillow that was laying on the couch and fall backwards so he was completely lying on the couch.
As for me, I, myself, fell off the couch laughing and clutching my stomach from laughing to hard.
A few seconds later I felt weight on top of me and opened my eyes to see Bryan straddling me, and he started to hit me with the pillow.
"Stop. Laughing. At. Me." He said in between the hits.
My laughs died down when his hits did and I looked up to realize something.
Something that scared the shit out of me.
Bryan was beautiful.
Is it weird a to call a guy beautiful?
Oh well.
When I looked at him while he was straddling me, I saw how cute he looked. With his cute flower crowns, his acne free face, brown-hazel eyes that sparkle, his hair that's short but the tips of it were curled, looking fucking adorable.
"You can smell the romance in the air."
"Five bucks they hook up tonight."
"Ten bucks they end up together."
I snapped out of my thought when I heard the guys start talking about Bryan and I hooking up.
But it didn't really bother me because at that moment, it didn't seem like a bad idea.
"But I don't swing that way..."I heard Bryan say.
And moment gone.
I heard the other guys start mumbling how it was pretty obvious (I mean it kind of was considering he's more feminine than masculine but still), which made Bryan flush red even more.
I managed to worm my way out of under Bryan and pick up the pillow hat was discarded on the floor around us and proceeded to whack the boys out of the room.
"Out. Out. Out. We have stuff to do." I say while hitting them.
They're out the door when Ivan reminds me we have a concert this up coming Friday and to be ready. I reply with my usual stick up of the unholy finger and shut the door.
I sigh and go back into the living room to see Bryan laying on the couch on his back. He looks up at me and gives me a small smile to which I weakly return as I sit down on the floor beside him.
I grab the stuff which had fallen to the floor during my fit of laughter and sigh lightly. Bryan lifts up his shirt slightly to reveal the bruise and I begin to treat it carefully and softly, trying not to hurt him.
Neither of us dared to speak a word.
Neither of also knew that Tristan was in the corner of the room huddled in a corner, watching the whole time.
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Ghostly Brother
Short Story"Y-You can see me?" | It began with a voice in my head that saved me many times. | | It ends with some of us saying goodbye forever. | || you don't know the half of the abuse. ||
