(EDIT: I PUT 14 INSTEAD OF 13 BEFORE IM AN IDIOT AHHAJFB)
I didn't give a fuck if I unpacked. I'm going to that diner as soon as I drop my stuff off. I ran down the road, faster than ever, and used my phone to find my house. I opened the door and threw my suitcase in, then locked it up. I smiled as I looked at my car.
"Let's go!" I shouted and got in after unlocking it. I shoved the key in the ignition and my car started up, classic rock blasted through the vehicle. My gear was in reverse and I stomped on the pedal, making my way out of there.
"I'm on the highway to hell! Sing it! High way to hell!" I shouted as I sped off to diner. Surely I would find comfort there, it where Brendon and I... Where we first connected. I looked over the fence and there it was, in all its glory.
I pulled in, parked, and ran inside. A puffy eyed, sweaty mess. "I'd like..." I huffed for a moment, "...a milkshake." I yelled as I sat down at the counter. It was so lonely here, but the music was still the same grainy old times. In a few minutes, a vanilla (milk)shake was set on the counter.
"Hey, aren't you Brendon's girlfriend?" The waitress interrogated me. "N-no." I mumbled, and took a sip of my milkshake. "Oh, he talks about you all the time when he's in here! It's adorable, you two belong in some cheesy novel." She smiled and wiped down the counter. "He does?" I said, and I looked at her with hope in my eyes. "Well, he hasn't been in lately so maybe not." I frowned and continued sipping my milkshake.
I heard the bell on the door chime and a body say a few seat away from me. "I'll have what she has, please." Brendon?
I looked at him, he was slouched over and his hair was a mess. I scooted closer to him, and, "You've really let yourself go, chicken head." I smiled and used my hand to hold up my head, my elbow on the counter. "Yeah, I guess I have." Bren wouldn't look at me. "What the heck is up with you?" I was pissed. Irritated. "I don't know! Maybe it's you who needs to get rid of that piss poor attitude!" He slammed his hand on the counter and got up, leaves three bucks to cover the milkshake.
"What was that about?" One of the waitresses whispered. "Maybe he's on his period." Another said. "Men don't get periods dumbass!" The first waitress said back.
"Brendon wait!" I left money on the counter and ran, he was just leaning on the wall. "How come every time I tell you something it has to be dramatic?" I looked into his eyes, and tried to hug him but he refused. "Brendon. Please..." My eyes went glassy again and a tear fell down my cheek. "Why are you being so distant!" I screamed as I broke down crying, again. He wrapped his arms around my body and held me there. I sobbed, and inhaled sharply when I tried to breathe.
"I don't know. I'm sorry." He held my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. He moved his head down and made a move for my lips. "Don't even try to kiss me right now when you say we're best friends. I'm not that pathetic." I uttered almost accidentally. "What do you want us to be?" Brendon asked sympathetically
"I want us to be okay for right now. No more fighting, or ignoring, or pissy bullshit!"
And when I angry kissed him, that's when I realized.
I just want his love, his attention. I wanted to me what he wanted, his world. His dream girl.
