The Bricks: it's all coming together now

My old friend

"Okay, what about this," Breann said drunk "You have to choose between sawing off yer own foot or....or..." she was giggling way too much to even finish the sentence. Rick, whom was also intoxicated lay on the couch with a tie wrapped around his head like a bandanna.

Everyone in the room was looking at them. Poor Frank was getting embarrassed for these two clowns. He wasn't much of a drinker, after all his dad turned to drinking after his mom died. They almost lost everything until one day Al decided to wake the hell up.

Breann noticed how quite Frank was, and felt a little bad. "Wass a matter baby." she said quietly stroking his cheek and scooting closer to him. He begin to get nervous, after all she was drunk and who knows what could happen. "Nothing..I just...its..im-"

"Yer such a good guy." she said almost crying and only a few centimeters from his face. He looked down at her lips, ad she grabbed his face and forced it into hers. They were kissing roughly for a while when

"What the bloody hell?" it was Roger.

She immediately pulled back from Frank in surprise. His face was covered in her lipstick and begin to clean it off. The whole room was quiet, including Rick who took the bandanna tie off his head.

Breann cleared her throat, "R-Roger, how are you." she was a little bit more sober from the scare. He stay quiet, looking at her as if she were a freak of nature.

Then, he slowly slid his bass out his hand and walked towards her. Frank immediately sat up. Roger neared his hand toward her face slowly and carefully, Breann only looked down and didn't move.

He touched her skin, and the second he did a thousand fireworks went off inside him. He grabbed his own hand like he touched something he wasn't supposed to.

"I should go." she said with a trembling voice and grabbing her shoes. "No wait!" Rick went after her and Roger stood in place, still holding his hand trying to process what was happening.

Frank was utterly confused and humiliated. He went out right after Rick did, bumping shoulders with Roger.

Breann was running in the parking lot now barefoot, half drunk and crying in loud sobs. "Breann!" Rick called out chasing her "wait!" he finally caught up to her. She didn't hesitate or try to run away, instead she embraced him tightly.

It felt so good and so right, he wiped her tears and smeared mascara off her face. God she was a mess, a beautifully awful mess.

And that was okay.

Polite Frank only stood by and watched, having no clue what was going on. Rick whispered something in her ear and she quickly looked at frank, slowly walking to him. She tried to clean herself up "I'm sorry, usually I dont have a mental breakdown during my dates." she managed a smile.

"Its fine really." he gave her a slight laugh. "Wanna go home?" she said close to him again. Frank nodded, and she gave rick a lets go signal.

The ride was peaceful. At least for Breann. She was leaning on Frank, slouched and half asleep, he was careful not to move, not to disturb this sweet angel. He let her dream because that was what she needed, a break from reality.

"Breann..you're home." he gently lifted her head up. All three walked to the porch of the rugged building, Rick and her exchanged goodbyes and made promises of seeing each other again they both knew weren't going to happen.

Now it was just Frank, her and the stars. He shuffled his feet, "I had a good time." he smiled exposing perfectly carved dimples at the corners of his mouth.

"Liar!" she joked and pushed him a little. "Honest!" he put his hand over his heart "I mean beside you being hurt 'n all..this date couldn't have went better."

"Why do you say that? This date was awful and clearly you deserve better." she looked up in those jewel eyes.

"I say that because I was with you." he was surprised at this confidence. It certainly charmed her, because tears begin to fill her eyes. Tears of happiness, the only tears a person should cry.

"Well, imma head home." he said "Walking?" Breann knew it was only a few buildings down but she really didn't want him to go yet. "Its right there Breann, I mean our town isn't exactly Los Angeles."

They looked at each other for a while before he begin to walk home.

Suddenly, she got an idea, an idea her old lover had a long time ago, an idea which led a lot of heartbreak and pain. But this time, she would alter this idea and make it better.

"Frank." she called out after him, he spun around "I was wondering if maybe...you wanted to uh..spend the night?" she said in a hopeful tone. Frank looked at her unsure what she was saying, but he was sure alright he just couldn't believe it.

"I really dont want to be alone tonight." she added hoping it would seal the deal. "Alright." he said walking back slowly toward her house. Not because he didn't want to stay at her house but because his knees were so weak, he thought he was going to collapse.

She opened her apartment, he always loved it because it screamed Breann.

"I'm going to get ready for bed, you can lay in my room I have cable TV." she pointed to her bedroom.

He did so, and turned on the television. He wasn't watching it though in fact he completely forgot it was on, all he could think about was Breann. Was he really here? Was this just another fantasy? He had played this out a dozen times in his head but now it was actually happening.

I better not fuck this up i swear on my dead ma I'll never forgive myself.

He was surprised at his own harshness toward himself. He couldn't help it, he wanted Breann so bad.

The bathroom doorknob begin to rattle and he quickly sat on the floor pretending to be watching the TV. He half expected her to walk out in some sexy lingerie. Of course she didn't.

Not really.

She had a pink silk dress on, and no makeup. Yet she was as beautiful as ever. "Tired?" she smiled at him and climbed into bed. He nodded from the floor, even though he wasn't.

"You're not sleeping on the floor!" she pat the empty space next to him. "Oh..right." he was so nervous but he hopped right in bed leaving an awkward space between them.

She looked at him like he was crazy, "What?" he finally said in a nervous chuckle. "You're gonna sleep in your suit?" He looked down at himself "I dont have my pjs. You want me to run to my house and grab em?" he begin to get up.

"No you big idiot." she threw a pillow at him "just sleep in your boxers." the suggestion made him explode inside. "Oh..okay." he stood up for a while just looking at the bed.

Breann was turned away from him, already drifting off to sleep. He undressed, and folded his clothes neatly on her nightstand. She turned to look at him out of curiosity. He was perfectly tan and his body was fully toned. He looked like a god under the dim lamp.

She clenched her teeth at the sight of him. Holy shit he's hot! He looked at her as if she were going to say something and she quickly did. "Can you turn off the lamp." she was faced away from him again.

He did, and climbed into bed next to her. He lay at the way end leaving breathing room inbetween them. She didn't like it. The whole purpose of her asking him to stay the night was to fill her empty bed.

She didn't nessicarily want sex, she just wanted someone to hold her and hug her. She wanted to feel his warmth. She wouldn't have this, no... she scooted all the way toward him, grabbed his arms and wrapped them around her.

He was scared and didn't know what to do until she did that. He felt like he was securing her and keeping her safe, he pulled her even closer her body fit perfectly in his. He was faced toward the back of her head, and they both wrapped their legs around each other.

Almost instantly they fell asleep.

But somewhere between sleep and being conscious, Breann thought This is how me and Roger used to sleep.

And for the first time in a long time, she would dream about the wall.