"Christ! Where the hell have you been?" Brian yelled loudly as he walked into my living room.
I didn't even hear him come in.
He has a way of just barging into people's houses.
Thinks he owns the place.
Ha.
He's got the biggest ego in the world.
But he's one of my best friends.
"No place special." I said nonchalantly.
Thoughts of Candace came to my mind as I laid back on the couch.
I couldn't help the smirk that made it's way on my face.
Just the thought of her brought all the memories of last night, rushing back.
Memories that aren't the greatest to have when I'm in front of Brian of all people.
"What are you grinning about?" Brian asked.
I didn't answer, just left the smile on my face.
And it seemed to say it all.
"Only a good piece of ass can put a smile on your face like that." He said with a knowing smile.
I tried not to grin.
It was pretty pointless because the harder I tried, the more obvious the smirk that was making its way across my face, was.
Brian probably knows women better than anyone.
There's no point in even arguing with him about the subject.
"A strip club does the job too." I said, not wanting him to know about Candace.
Not yet anyway.
Brian nodded with a smirk on his face.
He walked around my living room, trailing along the edges of the room and looking at all the scattered pictures.
He stopped by one and stared down at it.
I didn't need to be standing next to him to know which picture he was looking at.
I had memorized that picture as well as the back of my hand.
It was of me and the guys.
All of us a few years back.
Best friends til the end.
Always having each others back, even when we knew they were wrong.
But that's what brothers do.
We watch each others backs.
That's all gone now.
And it will never ever be the same.
Because he's not here anymore.
Jimmy'sgone.
And he'snevercoming back.
It's funny how people who've never done shit with their lives, who've hurt people just for the hell of it, live long lives.
But people like Jimmy, who've entered thousands of peoples lives, and was the best friend anyone could ask for, dies young.
It wasn't his time to go.
And itisn'tfair.
"I remember when we took this picture. Phoenix, Arizona. It was right before the show, before we got fucking wasted." Brian said with a smile.
"Yeah I remember." I said with no emotion, walking away from the picture.
I didn't have to look at the picture.
It was burned into my memory.
It would be there until the day I died.
"We had some good times, didn't we?" Brian said softly.
I didn't answer him.
I went over to the couch and threw myself on it.
Brian is bringing up things I don't want to talk about right now.
Things I might not ever want to talk about.
