Boom! I love you.. {Brandon Calvillo fanfic}

Chapter 11

Jason's pov

No one will give me information on Brandon. It's been two damn hours now. Instead of worrying I decide to go out and buy Taco Bell and Subway for the girls.

Angel couldn't decide between a steak quesadilla or a tuna sandwich with spinach. Ella on the other hand had down each of what she wanted, a chicken quesadilla and a meatball sub.

Both deciding in the end to add two cookies each. I don't mind though. Angel stress eats and Ella just really loves food. Me on the other hand, I wanted French fries and a burger. So I'm going to be gone for a slight moment.

***

"Here Angel," I hand her the steak quesadilla, tuna sandwich, cookies, and fries cause I know she loves fries.

"Jason, you're a life saver. Thank you so much," I wink at her and continue going through the bags.

"Ella," I hand her all her food one at a time.

"And me," I say taking a bite into my burger.

"I WANT TO FUCKING SEE HER!" I turn my head to the door.

"Sir you're going to have to calm down," we hear a loud pound on something.

"LET ME SEE HER NOW! THIS IS STUPID! I WANT TO SEE HER NOW!" The man kept screaming.

"Jason?"

"Mmh?" I hum with food in my mouth.

"Is that Brandon?" I drop my burger on the table and peek my head out the door. I look for a second and see what I didn't want to. Them holding Brandon down forcing a needle in his arm. I run out the room.

"Stop! Stop!" I yell to them. They look up at me including a weak looking Brandon. I walk over to him and take his hand and squeeze it.

"Calm down buddy," I smile at him.

"What's the problem huh? Why can't he see Angel?" The doctor looked at me and shook his head.

"There is no problem other than we need to give him a cat scan first," I look at the doctor to Brandon and back at the doctor.

"He looks pretty fine to me. Common Brandon lets go," I look at the doctor and nod. 

"Catscan my ass motherfucker," Brandon mumbles.

"How are you feeling today? I know you're getting overwhelmed by that question, but I'm your friend and I'm not writing down results. I just want to make sure you're feeling okay," Brandon raises and eyebrow at me and chuckles.

"I should have talked to you last night. I feel like a damn fool. Jason, please tell me that I'm not different in your eyes now. That you won't pitty me," I nod.

"Brandon, if that's what you want, but I can't promise Ella won't baby you," Brandon chuckles again.

"She always has."

"Yeah. You're right," I say walking into Angel's room. She was eating her sandwich and looking down at her phone. Brandon just stood there looking at every feature of Angel.

"Angel, look at me," she looks up to Brandon who was standing there looking nervous. She quickly pushes everything out of her way to get up to him fast. Her sandwich falls to the ground and her phones at the end of her bed. She runs to him quickly and jumps up on him. Brandon wraps his arms around her and that's how they stand for two minutes. Not saying a word, just crying.

"I'm so sorry baby," Brandon says putting her down and hugging her again.

"Don't ever fucking do that again," she says putting her face in his chest.

"I can't lose you either."

***

It's been a week since Brandon had got out of the hospital. They tried to say he needed mental help and needed to be locked in a room, but he says he is over his depression for the moment.

I am glad he has Angel back in his life, but I'm sad that their child was taken away. I wish things could go back to normal. For a week it's been me and Brandon hanging out and the girls leaving to get Angel's mind off what she lost. Brandon didn't seem to mind just as long as she came home at night.

"What do you want to do today?" I ask Brandon. He looks up from his phone.

"Well I ordered pizza and figured we could watch a movie marathon," I nod.

"Depending on what we watch, pizza might not be enough snacks," I laugh.

"Well I'll pick up some other things. Call the girls and tell them to get their butts here. I'll be back," he says walking out the door. I pick up my phone and text Ella that I was going to call her. 

*Ring. Ring. Ring.*

It went to voicemail.

"Pick up!" I demand getting mad. Every time I call her when she's out she never picks up.

"Hey Jason?" I hear Brandon call.

"Yes?" I ask getting up from the couch.

"I think you need to see this," he huffs.