It's now been about 2 months since the incident at the bar happened and I'm getting better. I stay at my house way more frequently, I've started going back to the gym and I've even starting drinking less. I've also started eating healthier and my mental health is improving.
I stare at that stupid blanket in my closet and decide to keep it. It might remind me of her but I won't pretend that she never happened. I mean after all, I was about to give her a kid. I was ready to start a family. I was happy. I want that again. Obviously not in the near future, but I want to be at a happy place where I can actually trust my partner to be faithful when I'm away. I'm away quite often and I need someone who can commit to me and the distance. Better yet, maybe even come with me.
I check the mail and pick out one that reads "Child Protective Services: IMPORTANT NOTICE." I shit my pants, starting to think I have a kid. A wave of relief passes me as I read who it's for. It's for Lila.
I put on my big boy pants and decide it's time to confront her. Walking over to her house, my palms go sweaty and I get nervous, not really knowing why. Soon after knocking on her door, I'm greeted by a pale, short, curly haired girl.
"Uh, this was in my mail. I think it's for you." I try to say nonchalantly.
"Shit.. I mean, um, thanks." She says a little shook.
"...Would you like to come over sometime? I'm going to have my friends over tonight and you could come if you want. You could bring a friend too, I mean um only if you want to that is?" I ask awkwardly and spontaneously.
What the actual fuck did I just do.
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FanfictionThe guys are home for a bit, tour doesn't start until next month, Brians bitter, he doesn't give a shit about anything but himself and his precious fucking guitar. He's bitter because of her. Resorting to alcohol, Brian stumbles upon a certain som...
