Friendzone (G-eazy)Sequel to 'Unexpected'.

Not the same way

It's been a month and a half of me working every day, I travelled home and back to L.A about three times, I even copped myself a loft apartment which has been getting good use.

But today I found myself hungover from last night, sitting down on my couch with my jeans still on, no shirt but a couple of chains around my neck, chuggin on my pedialyte hangover cure while craving a very greasy burger and trying to figure out if my stomach could bare it. I looked around the house which was a mess and suddenly regreted ever buying this place. I'll probably hire someone to clean.

I laid down on the couch covering my eyes with my arm and as I started to drift off into sleep I heard my phone ring ever so slightly in some part of my house. I got up quickly, my vision blurry, I ran around stumbling into every coffee table and chair until I found the damn phone.

"I'm coming over in like an hour" Brooke said, her voice was raspy, more than ever, maybe because the course of the years or the way she smoked even more now.

"I don't think your boyffriend will like that" I rubbed my temples as I began walking to my room, I sat down on my bed and let myself fall down onto my back. I could physically hear her rolling her eyes to my response.

"Nice talking to you, you asshole, I'll see you there"

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I woke up in the same position I had fallen asleep after talking to Brooke on the phone, I heard desperate knocks on my door. I grabbed whatever piece of clothing I found on the floor and put them on before rushing to open the door. And there she was, she gave me a smile and examined my worn out face.

"Are you on drugs?" she chuckled and grabbed my face with one hand, squishing my cheeks, I gave her a look. She walked into the apartment and stood in the middle of the living room, spinning around with her arms folded over her chest, looking at the whole scenery. "What the fuck happened in here?" She reached down to floor and grabbed an empty bottle of whiskey, she looked at me.

"I threw a party last night." I explained as I sat down on the couch, I really had no energy nor will power to be productive today, in fact, I might as well still be drunk from last night.

"Nice to know I was invited" She said sarcastically and sat down next to me and running her hands up and down the velvet couch enjoying the feeling.

"Why are you even here?" I asked annoyed.

"I was bored"

"You're rich and famous how could you get bored?"

She shrugged her shoulders and stood up walking over to the kitchen, I sighed before following her to the other room, she had still to answer my question.

"Have you eaten yet?" She opened the fridge, changing the topic suddenly and examining the contents inside it. I shook my head no "I'm too hungover for that", She laughed reaching for some eggs and ham.

I sat in silence as I watched her throw her hair into a bun and cook something for us to eat, she ocassionally asked me about some ingredient she couldn't find but overall the time passed slowly and silently.

She handed me a plate of scrambled eggs and a glass of juice, sitting infront of meon the other side of the table.

"Are you going to answer me?" I asked as I brought the food to my mouth.

Brooke pursed her lips and sighed loudly, "I just...I wanted to be with you" making no eye contact with me she resumed eating her breakfast.

"What does that even mean?"

"It means I missed you"

I raised my eyebrow confused. Raising my glass of juice up to my lips "I think it means you're single again and need someone to fuck with.." I mumbled with the cold glass barely touching my lips before taking a sip, the acid of the orange burning my already messed up insides.

"I can't leave him.." She said almost inaudibly with a hint of sadness on her words "I think I love him..I'm used to his prescence and I...I don't think I can handle being alone again.."

"But I'm here"

"But you don't love me no more"

"I do, Brooke, but not in the same way"

I noticed the sadness on her face after saying that "You have the right not to do so G" I stayed quiet, waiting for her to talk again. She looked at me hesitant. "Being with you feels good, and...You seem to have forgiven me, that feels good too. But it is so wrong at the same time, this tug of war we have going on, this resentment between us"

"There's no resentment, but I can't help feeling bitter at the thought of what we could've been"

"Something that we'll never be again..."

"We can still be friends" I said, shocking myself with the fact that I was friendzoning someone that I had loved for many years, someone that I knew deep down I still loved. I didn't want to risk my heart again by putting it on the palm of her hands.

She chuckled some of her sadness away and smiled at me with nostalgia "Are you seriously sending me straight into the friendzone?" We laughed again.

"...With benefits?" She nodded slightly, giggling.

AN: i'm a horrible person please forgive me for taking so long in updating, It's just that sometimes I can't find the motivation to write but, here it is. I hope you like it and tbh I now it's not my best but well.. Please tell me whatcha think.