Treecko's Daily Soapbox Brendan x Wally (Loverivalshipping)

On the Street: Lilycove City

Me: "I originally expected this story to make way more use of the radio chapters, but this is what is happening so...P.S. LEAVE REVIEWS, YOU #!&%$. Thanks." ;p

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We're at an awards ceremony for work. Brendan, of course, won something. The hour is late, and the party is wrapping up. May took off the second dinner was finished, and I never wanted to come in the first place, but this is for work, and that would've been ridiculous. There are still lots of people I know well hanging around, expecting small talk over alcohol, and it's not really them that make me uncomfortable anymore. I just want to ditch Brendan. He's been sticking to me like glue all night, and he's just incorrigible.

The dress code for the party is formal, and I can admit to myself that Brendan looks marvelous in a tux. He's more than easy on the eyes, and he also has that voice for radio. I don't always mind when he's hovering around me. He's nice to look at, and he takes the brunt of any conversation, giving me less to worry about. It's more so the way he keeps trying to hook his arm around me tonight that's bothering me, and he's been drinking quite a lot.

He's downing another glass of champagne right this second, and I'm trying to inch my way out of his grip on my waist without moving at all but just picturing myself moving. Meanwhile, two women keep complimenting him on how nice he looks tonight. One of them finally changes the subject, "Oh, poor Wally, your glass is empty. Waiter!" She throws her hand in the air trying to flag down someone with a tray of drinks.

"Actually-" I start to speak up for myself, concocting some excuse to go home now. The whole evening has been somewhat terrible.

"I'll get him another one," Brendan blurts out, finally slipping his hand off my waist, but also effectively interrupting me. I shoot him a little glare, but he just yanks the wine glass right out of my hands and walks off with it. I sigh quietly, trying to let some of the anxiety out of my body, but Brendan's just been a trip tonight. The atmosphere around him is weird.

The woman with her hand up slowly lets it fall, and she giggles a little, but it's off, and I realize I'm not the only person who's noticed Brendan is acting weird. The other woman turns to me. She's wearing this really startling shade of red lipstick that keeps drawing your eyes to her mouth. I'm not really even sure I know what dress she's wearing or what she's been drinking. "So how long have you two known each other?" She's got a bit of lipstick on her teeth. She winks at me and of course the result of Brendan hanging all over me tonight is a bunch of people now convinced we're together. That's so unprofessional.

"I think it's been maybe seven years now." I glance over my shoulder at Brendan who's wandered off to the bar that's tucked away to the side of the dance floor and dining tables. He's waiting for the bartender to make me my drink while he clutches his champagne flute with obviously shaking hands. What is up with him? Is he sweating? I watch as he swallows so hard it looks painful.

"And how long have you been dating?" red lipstick lady's voice asks me.

I panic for a second, but I don't want to have to explain anything to anyone, so I just decide to answer how Brendan's obviously thought all this time, "About six of those years." I'm still watching Brendan, but I can just tell by the women's 'ooh's and laughter that that's exactly what they wanted to hear, too, so who am I to correct them? He was pretty normal with me for a while in the beginning, but he really tried hard that one night. My fingers automatically travel up to my lips. That was the first time he kissed me...and the first time I had to reject him.