Let Me Save You

Chapter 26

I got into the car, slammed the door, and started to cry. "No, Emily. Stop." I spoke strictly to myself, trying to snap out of it. I finally pulled myself together and went to go get Bret.

I pulled up to the house, and got out of the car. Bret was waiting right outside like I told him to do. Without saying a word, I hugged him and started to cry again. "Emily what's wrong? What happened?" I shook my head, I didn't really want to talk about it right now. To be honest, I didn't want to go anywhere either. "Do you not want to go anywhere?" Bret spoke like he read my mind, "Because we can just stay here and watch some movies or something?" I nodded my head, and he kept me tucked into his chest as he walked me inside the house. 

"Bret, I'm really sorry. I know you wanted to do something with me today, and I really wanted to as well, but I don't know I'm just tired." I sighed into his shirt, and then took a deep breath, taking in his scent. "Em, it's fine. At least we will watch some movies together, yeah? I'll even make popcorn, and we have soda in the fridge." He kissed my cheek, and placed me on the couch. He walked off into the kitchen and I heard cupboards being opened, the microwave being set, and the 'pop' of soda cans. I was actually really happy that we are going to have this cute little moment.

My phone started vibrating in my pocket, so I took it out and looked at it. Message after message. All from Drew. They all started the same way. "I'm sorry! Please just listen!"  I wanted to reply to him, and tell him not to bother me anymore. It's more than obvious that he can't handle a real relationship. I felt bad for him really. He seemed like he really wanted me, hopefully not in just a sexual way, but I know he has to get himself in check before he even thinks about being in a relationship. 

The microwave went off and I knew that Bret was going to be coming back into the living room at any moment, so I quickly put my phone away. "Here we are, two bags of popcorn, six sodas, and a Bret." He winked at me in a very cheeky manner, and I couldn't stop the blush that made its way to my face. He set everything on the little coffee table, and went up to the DVD player. "What do you want to watch?" I asked him, but he shooed me away, I guess he had something in mind. He pushed in a disk that I couldn't see, and then plopped himself right on the couch beside me. All of a sudden, on the black TV screen came the title. 

The Notebook.

"Bret! I can't watch this! I cry like a baby every time and I'm not stable enough to watch this. I refuse." The Notebook is one of my all time favorite, tear jerker, romance movies ever. I can't even tell you how many times I have watched this film, but I always cry. I went to get up from the couch, completely kidding because I'm not missing this movie, but Bret pulled me back down, on to his lap. "You're watching this with me since we didn't get to do anything today." He placed me to the left side of him, but I cuddled right back into him, knowing that I was going to cry. He draped his arm over me, his hand carelessly  resting on my waist. 

We ate some popcorn, (2457934759 calories in my mind. Ew.) and had some soda. (The soda was only 140 calories so I guess that's not so bad.) Then, the part I hated the most that always got to me. Where he tells her that he has written her everyday for years and years, longing for a reply that never came. Here are the waterworks. I wasn't hysterically sobbing into his chest or anything, but I could feel tear, after tear, after tear make its way down to my chin. He was rubbing my back, and it was making me super sleepy. I could feel myself drifting off, and Bret was now humming to himself, I guess he thought I was asleep.

"I didn't know you could sing." I said as I adjusted my head on his chest, he now is playing with my hair. "Silly Em, I'm not singing. I am simply humming, and I thought you were asleep." 

"Bret, if you can sing, you need to embrace that. I want to hear you sing some time, okay? No, you're not backing out of it so don't even try."

"Fine. Maybe some other day. Go to sleep now, Emily. The movies over." He was right. I guess I blacked out a little, but then woke up to the sound of Bret. His humming was beautiful. I could only imagine what his singing is like. "Bret?" 

"Yeah, Em?"

"I love you." I felt him loosen a little underneath me. "I love you too." He kissed my head, and played with my hair some more, and I finally fell asleep.