It's A Brother Thing

Chapter 19: Everything is Ruined

A/n
):
-
Within the first 15 minutes of the movie, Simon stands up and quickly walks out. Not saying a word to anyone. I immediately frown and nudge Crystal, who gets Kyle's attention.

"I'm gonna go find Simon. I'll be right back."

I don't wait for a reply and slightly duck my head as I exit the theater. I whip out my cell, smiling briefly at my lock screen before opening Simon's contact.

Send a message?

Me: Where'd you go?

I only have to wait about a minute before the reply comes in.

My sweet boy 😩❤️: Bathroom. I'm coming back in a second, stay there.

Me: Already left. Be there in a second! (;

I'm about to pocket my phone when it buzzes the next second. Frowning, I open Simon's message.

My sweet boy 😩❤️: No!

My sweet boy 😩❤️: I mean I don't want you to miss the movie (:

My sweet boy 😩❤️: I'll be back in like two seconds

I swallow, instantly feeling uneasy about the messages.

That was totally unlike Simon...Is he getting tired of me?

Am I too clingy?

Jesus, I am too clingy.

I can't even let him go to the bathroom without chasing him down. Have I always been like this? Shit...I just thought. Well I don't know what I thought.

I was just worried about him leaving like that without saying anything. I thought something was wrong.

Maybe he's sick of my overprotectiveness. Or maybe...

I lean against the wall as a bout of dizziness overcomes me.

Or maybe he doesn't want to be together anymore.

He's probably finally realizing that I'm a disgusting older brother who's sick for liking him like that.

Oh god, I think I'm about to be sick.

I take a few deep breaths as my heart tries to start pounding.

I'm being irrational, right? Simon's not having second thoughts...

Right?
-
It wasn't two seconds.

Simon didn't come back until there was roughly 25 minutes left of the movie and it took everything inside of me not to go hunt him down. To figure out what the hell was going on.

I was tense the entire movie. I couldn't focus, knowing he was out there and that he didn't want me with him. Thoughts had begun to circle through my head. One got to me the most: is he cheating?

When he came back, hair slightly messier than when he left, eyes sort of dazed looking, I felt sick. My thoughts were confirmed.

He tried to hold my hand, but I subtly moved it away.

I just couldn't. I felt so, so wrong about it. About the whole thing. I didn't want to touch him when he'd probably just been touching someone else.

I couldn't even stand to look at him. His fucking lips were red. Not the usual pink. I know well enough that if he's been recently kissed, they look red.

I could hardly breathe. I just wanted to go home and sleep and never wake back up.

Simon cheated...