Extra: Brian and Tim

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Brian's POV

"This place is so boring." I groaned as I laid on the sofa, glancing at the television across me, "There's literally nothing to do but sleep."

Tim, sitting on the floor, right in front of the screen, sighed, "Then, why'd you come to my house in the first place?"

I buried my face on the sofa and hoped that I'll feel the need to sleep. It's still too early, "'Cause someone's at my house."

The sounds from the television silenced. I looked over to see that Tim had paused the movie and was giving a displeased look, "You brought someone home again?"

This again? If it's not Byron nagging me, it's him.

"Chill. I was deprived, I needed my release." I bluntly said, "She knows there won't be anything between us."

"She knows?" Tim raised a brow.

"Well, no, but she will." I shrugged, "It's nothing new. She's from the college. We went out for coffee and one thing led to another. You know the rest."

"And you're using my house to hide until she leaves?" He gave me an incredulous look.

"I've done this tons of times before, I just don't tell you sometimes." I grinned, watching his face warp into unbelievingness, "Oh, and I think you know her, by the way. I saw you talk to her once."

"Who?"

"The brunette chick-I think you have a few classes with her." I recalled.

"Her?" His eyes went wide, "Dude, she's such a nice girl. You're sick." He shook his head at me.

"Well, she wasn't so nice last night." I rolled over, grabbing the blanket that was by the edge of the sofa and covering myself.

"Oh, God, stop! I don't wanna hear any of this." He groaned in disgust, "You're not normal." He said as he played the movie. It turned out to be another one of those horror shit he watches, "Not normal." He repeated.

"I'm actually the normal one out of us three." I said, referring to Byron, him and I, "I can't understand how you two control yourselves." I added, "Well, I understand Byron. He's definitely not normal."

"Because I want peace and silence." He explained, focused on the movie, "Besides, unlike you, I don't act on my impulses. I have, like, a strong mental control over myself. It helps prevent conflicts. I don't need that kind of stuff to live."

"Sure, Gandhi." I dismissed, taking my phone out of my pocket, "I know a few people interested in you. I'll call them for you." I joked, pretending to call someone as I placed it on my ear.

"Don't you dare." Tim warned, sending me a warning look, "Brian."

The grin didn't leave my face as I pretended to talk to someone, "Oh, hey, this is sudden, but do you remember Tim?" I fought the urge to laugh, "Yeah, him. Look, I told him about you and he asked if you-"

I didn't finish my words when an object came hurling right at my face and hitting my jaw with a painful clack. The unexpectedness of it made me pause for several seconds as I try to comprehend what Tim just did.

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