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

Not today

"I'll tell you what, we'll go out tonight like old times and we'll stop this sad vibes going on..what about that, babe?" I said trying to lighten the mood and distract her form her already nostalgic thoughts.

"I think I know exactly where we can go" she wiggled he eyebrows, taking her phone out and going through her texts, I felt my own phone vibrate on my pocket. "I just texted you the adress, I'll see you there" She said grabbing a hold of her purse and standing up from the table.

At this point I shouldn't be surprised of her leaving after something happens between us but, she leaves as fast as she arrives, I was hoping for her to stay a little more and I noticed, as she stood up, she was hoping for me to beg for her to stay. Not today.

I nodded, looking at my phone not at her "Sure, I'll be there" I simply replied. She walked to the front door and shut if behind her, loud enough as if sending me a message.

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A thick cloud of smoke hit me up as soon as I walked into the club, the lights changing colors and lasers reflecting on every corner of the place. Between the sea of people I caught a glimpse of Grady and Blizzy so I rushed over to them and then to the bar to get some alcohol to wash down a couple of pills with even if I knew I would regret that later tomorrow.

We were there, sitting down and enjoying ourselves, I hadn't seen Brooke or any girl worth standing up for. I felt the effects of the drugs kicking in little by little, I got up and walked to the bathroom, hundreds of faces walking past me, all blurry.

As I entered the room I was greeted by a familiar yet not so welcoming face.

"Look who's here" The man holding the door infront of me, with a cocky smile splattered across his face "Fuck off" I said as my vision adjusted to his face. Christoph Andersson, he had produced one of my albums but quite honestly we didn't end up in good terms.

"Yeah, that's what I thought...You're still such a junkie" he laughed an arrogant laugh, I must've looked really fucked up by now, he noticed.

"You're still a fucking bitter son of a bitch , get out, man,  I can't stand your ass" I said annoyed as I walked past him and stood infront of the mirror, he rolled his eyes "Whatever, I still got to keep the girl" he said and chuckled once again before exiting the room, I thought nothing of his words. He had become that type of person you cannot even see but I wasn't gonna let that get to me, not today.

I stared at my reflection standing infront of me, watching my face contort into another people's face and return to normality, I splashed my face with some water and decided to head out. I didn't even need to use the toilet, I just needed the mirror's reassurance of how high I was feeling.

On my way out I felt a small hand grab my jacket and pull me into the ladies room, I instantly knew who it was.

"Why do you keep doing this?!" I asked annoyed as Brooke locked the door behind her.

"To do this" She rushed over to me and planted her lips on mine, kissing me fiercely, I could taste the pure Vodka on her mouth and the sour flavor of cigarettes. Her hands pulling down my jacket from over my shoulders and letting it  fall to the floor before focusing on my belt.

"Hold on, hold-" I couldn't help but stutter once she slipped her hand down my pants "Brooke, wait!".

She stopped and looked at me with a desperate expression.

"What?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest, her feet tapping the floor repeatedly "No feelings, just sex, remember?"

"That's what I'm trying to do but you won't let me Gerald!" Her voice increasingly more pissed off.

As we resumed our actions and the air in the room got heavier, we began getting rid of our clothes, Brooke's back against the cold tiles of the bathroom as bliss began to consume us. Ocasionally someone would come knocking on the door and give up after the third time, but this time was different, there was a strong knock on the door acompanied by a voice.

"Brooke, what the fuck are your doing in there? Get the hell out!"

I could see Brooke's skin turn cold and I almost felt the chills that ran down her spine. She began to gather her clothing from the floor as I looked in cofusion.

"Who is that?" I saw a look of sheer terror on her face so I had to ask her twice, "Brooke, who is that?"

She glared at me bitting her lip nervously while putting her shirt on, she was hesitant to talk.

"...That's Christoph"

AN: OMG. that's all i'm gonna say.

actually not.

Guys I've been obsessing over Twenty One Pilots for the last couple of weeks and I'm thinking in writting a story about them but I wanna know if you'd read it. I really want to and I probably will but I don't want to neglect this story more than I do now, ugh, I take so much time to update, I know, but I've been battling some things with myself and hadn't found the motivation to keep writting this story, (same old story haha but bare with me) just letting you guys know that, it's not that I'm lazy.

Just to clear things out, I don't have any hard feelings against Christoph or anyone in the story, I just do it for the sake of it and to make it interesting.

so yeah, keep on being great! ILYSM <3