"Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear (Y/N)! Happy birthday to you!" I blew out the candles on my cake and smiled big. Flashes of cameras blinded me momentarily. "Thanks guys!" My mom, dad, and extended family was there. My mom cut into the cake and gave the first slice to me.
"It's so nice being here for my birthday." I stabbed into my cake almost too violently. I was pissed that Brendon hadn't even texted me in three days, let alone wish me happy birthday. Why was I being so sensitive he's just...
He's just, a friend. We never said we'd be anything more. Ever. I want there to be something more, but he probably doesn't. But Brendon kissed me, too. Brendon sent so many mixed signals. "You could sleep with me." And now he's not texting me? Calling me? Brendon was probably busy. I'm being ridiculous. Crazy...
"Is everything okay honey?" My mom talked quietly in case it was embarrassing. "Yeah, it's fine. Thanks for the cake." I cut my last piece of cake, and shoved it in my mouth.
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"I'll miss you guys!" I wiped a tear from my cheek as I got out of my parent's car with my suitcase. "I love you! See you soon (Y/N)!" My parents shouted from their rolled down window. Brendon hadn't texted me at all since that call with Sarah. It made me sick to think he was around her.
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You: hey I'm getting on the plane
Bren: k
You: that's it?
Bren: what am I supposed to say
You: after a week of avoiding me, "K" is all you have to say?
Bren: I guess it is
You: fine.
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It can't get dramatic between us we are a duo.. I can't let my feelings ruin a career. It's too important. But Brendon was my friend, too. Friend sounded so wrong in my mind but that's all I am to him.
I checked into the airport, and the lady at the counter weighed my bag, took my ID, and tied a marker around the handle of my suitcase. I didn't realize I was starting to cry I guess when she asked if I needed a tissue. "No, it's okay.." I wiped my tear and then went to the security section.
"All clear, have a nice flight."
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I cried the entire taxi ride. Should I call Bren? Ugh, I have to. I dialed his number and it ringed three times before his voice broke the silence. "Oh, hey (Y/N)!" I smiled at the sound of his enthusiasm. At least he's happy, right? "What's up?" I muttered through my dry throat, it felt like there was a bowling ball in there. "Not much, just sitting around." I heard a voice in the background. I ignored it, I don't even want to ask. "Y-You missed my birthday..." I sobbed harder, but quietly so he wouldn't hear. "Oh. I'm sorry... I'll make it up to you! Sarah is really good at decorating, we can throw something together."
"I don't give a rats ass about what Sarah's good at. I didn't come to talk about Sarah. I've come to talk to my detached... Whatever we are to each other. You surely aren't a friend to me, you're so much more, but apparently that's all I am to you." I snapped. It had just, fallen out of my mouth. Bren was silent for a second. "Of course you're more than a friend. You're my best friend. My musical partner!" I slapped the chair in front of me and the taxi driver flinched.
"And I suppose you kiss all of your best friends, huh?" My face was completely red and my eyes were all puffy. I could barely breathe. "I-I don't but, I thought that was just.. A just.. A-A..." Brendon stuttered and tried to make sense of what happened before I hung up.
"Drop me off here, I can walk." I gave him a fifty and opened the door. I didn't owe him that much but I really didn't give a shit. I opened the trunk and got my suitcase out.
"And I can't help, falling in love with you." I sung as I wiped my tear an tried to look presentable.
The diner.
