𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ( 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵ø𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘴 )[ DISCONTINUED ]

xxiv.

WEDNESDAY
4:37 p.m.
brady on left
nova on right

"nova, open up."

"no! go away! i'm okay."

"if you were really 'okay'
you wouldn't have a problem opening the door."

"fine, fine. i'm coming."

"...hey! ok so what's
wrong?"

"nothing's wrong."

"something has to be–
wait a second. were you
crying?"

"what? no."

"then why are your eyes
all red and puffy?"

"i, um...i'm high."

"*laughs* yeah right...is
this about herman?"

"what the hell. how do you
know about that?"

"ali told me you guys were
talking again. what did he
do to you?"

"*mumbles* he didn't do anything.
it was me that was an idiot."

"what?"

"he did nothing wrong."

"just know i never
liked him."

"seriously, herman didn't
do anything."

"okay good because i
always thought he
was a good guy."

"yeah he is."

"then what's your
problem?"

"it's just that i feel like i made
a really big mistake about
something, but at the same time
i know that by me making that
decision everything will eventually
work out."

"so why were you
crying?"

"right now it just really hurts
and i wish i could change my
decision, but i know i can't."

"do you want to tell me
the decision you made
and maybe i can tell you
if you should change it or not?"

"no, i don't wanna talk about
it. i just want to sleep and forget
about it."

"ok, but if later you do want
to talk about it you can tell me.
and even if later means three months from now when i'm
halfway across the world i
don't care about the fucking time
difference you can still call
me and i'll pick up no matter
what."

"brads...you're such a
great brother."

"i know, i know. but don't tell anyone, i have this badass reputation to maintain."

"*laughs* whatever. i'm really
gonna miss you when you
leave."

"i'm gonna miss you too."