"Brendon you should call an Uber. I can take care of Pete and the car." Alex was sweet but knowingly drunk.
"No, Alex I don't think that's very smart -. You'll thank me later."
Well looks like my only option was staying the night, phone dead, in the middle of the strip clubs parking lot. Or maybe I could sit in the car while my friends fucked in the backseat. Unsafely I should add. Maybe I should've taken Angelica up on the offer but it didn't feel right to leave with a stranger I just received a lap dance from. Granted she is Alex's friend but should I trust the unknown?
"Are you sure you don't need a ride?" A familiar face pulls up next to us. To me, it was super tempting but I knew if didn't get Dallon's car back he'd kick my ass. I was lucky he even let me use it after what happened last time. I scoff and roll my eyes while she rolls down the rest of the window.
"I'm sorry did I offend you?" She smilingly scoffs back stepping out of the car. She was wearing different clothes than before. A white band tee. Some grey plaid pajama pants. No makeup with her hair tied back messily.
"No, really. It's just I shouldn't. I have to get my friends car back to him or he'll flip out" I say in the nicest way possible for the fear she might hurt me.
"Let me drive you home, in his car then?" I hesitate but agree seeing that I don't think I have much of a choice. Us two join the others in the car.
"Seatbelts children," Angelica says looking at Alex and Pete in the rearview mirror who once again had their mouths aggressively fighting. They groan and get up almost immediately falling asleep cuddling. The sun was already rising as I gave Angelica directions to the overprotective dad beast I call my roommate. I guess it's the trade in for letting me stay there after Ryan made me pack up and leave.
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About a week after our fight I come back home from the bar drunk. I look like a fucking mess. It was obvious I had been doing drugs as well. I crash on the couch exhausted. Ryan had waited up for me to make sure I was alright.
"You've been gone all day Brendon. What the hell!" Ryan stands over my body.
"I-I'm an ADult you can't boss me around!"
"How did you get home Brendon..." Ryan looked out the window for his car.
"I don't remember babbby." I walk over to him and tease his neck, grabbing him from behind. My alcohol stained breath tickled down his spine right back into my nose. I knew he loved it.
"Brend- Sto-p" Ryan could barely make words. He tried pushing my arms away but I kept them locked. After teasing a bit he finally gave up. He spun around and grabbed my face locking his lips to mine. He was angreyy. Forcing my already half off shirt off He led me to the bedroom, holding onto the kiss with his tongue. He pushed me onto the bed and the rest was history.
I wake up naked remembering nothing but it was obvious what had gone down. When I walk into the living room Ryan is sat at the kitchen table watching kuwtk waiting for me.
"Brendon we gotta talk." Ryan lowers the tv volume. Considering that was his favorite show, I knew this was serious. I nod and bite into an apple.
"I think it's best if you move out." I stop eating my apple and stare in shock for a split second then break out in laughter.
"You want me....To move out.....hahaha. Alright, Ryan." As I thought it was a joke Ryan wasn't smiling. He didn't really show much emotion at all.
"Brendon...I'm serious. We-We are over and you being here just reminds me of the good times and I can't have that right now. You hurt me. I hurt you. Please just leave by this weekend." Ryan starts talking really fast. Almost too fast to where I can't understand him. I couldn't understand him though. I thought we were fine. What about last night? I sat speechless for a minute.
"Let me get this gay.You want me to be out of here in 3 days?! I have so much shit to pack not to mention aha finding a place to stay?!" I couldn't believe he was giving me 3 fucking days. Just then we hear the tv say "Kim there's people that are dying.". Ryan and I couldn't help but giggle at the timing but he quickly snapped out of it.
"Brendon, I'm serious. Pack your shit and get out." He slams his fists on the table. He's slowly losing his shit. I can tell. My head started to hurt. From the hangover, from the sex, from the...breakup. It had just hit me. I lost Ryan. I just lost the love of my life. How did I not see he was unhappy. God, how was I so shitty to him. Now I won't be able to get him back
His eyes flash with guilt before quickly changing back to anger, "You might as well start now, Brendon. I'm leaving for a few hours."
"Where are you going?" He starts getting up to grab his coat.
"Does it matter? Yeah, it kind of did.
"Talk to Dal about it. If he can't I talked to Spencer and he could take you for a few days." Ryan grabs the doorknob.
"Ryan wait." He turns to me annoyed.
"Will I ever get to see you again?" Was this the end? I don't want it to be. It couldn't be. I barely got any time with him. I wanted to marry him...
Ryan looks down and goes to say something but instead just leaves. He was gone.
[End of flashback]
"Br-- Alex stop- Brendon!" Pete snaps me out of my daze. "We're here" Sure enough Dallon was rushing out.
"Dallon" Angelica gets out of the car saying.
"Angelica" Dallon says back.
"Wait you two know each other?" I stand confused still waiting for Dallon to kill me.
"Alex." They say in unison looking over at Alex who was grabbing Pete from behind and kissing his neck.
"Well, I think I'm going to go inside and sleep." I awkwardly try and slip away. Pete started heading towards Alex's house which was only a few houses down. Although Pete technically lived with us he basically lived with Alex. Alex stuck around to talk to Angelica.
I rush into the door without another word leaving Dallon, Alex and Angelica to talk. As soon as I make it to my room I crash down on the bed not even worrying about changing or brushing my teeth.
