*I talked to Brendon, he's coming over to your house after school today so you guys can talk things out*
I sighed as I looked down at the text I received Friday morning at my locker from Dallon. Him and Brendon were nowhere to be seen, and I had been worrying for a few days now that Brendon continued to brush me off. He basically ignored me the few days after that, not that I really made any attempt to try and contact him because my ego was so damaged, and everything just felt off. I had a bad feeling that this talk Brendon and I were going to have wasn't going to end well.
The worrying didn't end once I knew Brendon was finally going to come talk to me. It just made it worse, and I was practically on the verge of a nervous breakdown all day. I hardly ate any of my lunch, too worried that my anxiety over this conversation was going to cause me throw it all back up, and I didn't hardly see Brendon at all during school, just in class and he hardly lifted his head from the ground all day. He wasn't acting like himself and it scared me.
I sat in my room nervously chewing my nails after school as I waited for Brendon to arrive, continually checking my watch every minute, wondering when he was going to show up. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the doorbell ring, practically running to the front door to open it and see Brendon standing outside.
"Hi," I said quietly, holding the door open for him to come inside.
"Hey Charlie," he replied equally as quiet as I closed the door behind him and followed him back to my bedroom, cautiously sitting on the bed as he stood and stared out the window, as if he was trying to piece together some of his thoughts.
Finally he turned to me, looking at me for a few seconds before speaking. "Why are you so quiet?"
"Honestly?" I said and he nodded. "You've been so distant and cold lately, I'm kinda scared that you're about to break up with me."
Brendon sighed and almost rolled his eyes. "Really? Come on, that's ridiculous, Charlie."
My eyes betrayed me as I felt them fill with tears. I just missed the old Brendon who would always call me and show up to school to greet me with a big smile on his face, offering me a big hug and telling me that everything was going to be okay no matter what.
"No, Charlie, don't start crying," he said as I covered my face with my hands, feeling stupid and foolish to be crying in front of him and him acting like my worries and feelings were completely invalid for the way he'd been acting. I felt his hands wrap around my wrists and pull my hands from my face, and he sighed, leaning in and taking my cheek in one of his hands and wiping my tears away, his forehead resting against mine. "I'm not going to break up with you. I love you, okay?"
I took a deep breath and let him hold me against him for a moment before I pulled away. "Then why have you been acting the way you have been?"
He sighed again and stood back up, slowly pacing back in forth in my room. "I just feel like... you've been paying attention to literally everyone except me."
"Are you serious?" I replied. "You keep pushing me away!"
"Because I've been struggling with a lot lately and you haven't been there for me!" Suddenly Brendon turned and started yelling, and I was glad that no one else was home.
"I have been really worried about you, Brendon," I stood up, reaching eye level with him. "The problem is that you won't talk to me!"
"I've been struggling with my lack of faith in religion and how my mom is supposed to react to that and you haven't been the most supportive girlfriend about it because you've already been through your doubts and dealing with your parents, it's all new to me!" Brendon continued yelling and I sighed, lowering my own voice.
