Dare: *~ A Brolby Tale ~*

Chapter Eight

                    ~Colby's P.O.V~

I woke up around noon the next day in my own bed. I only vaguely remembered what happened yesterday and decided to check my phone. At least ten messages appeared on my screen, all from Brennen. Everything came flooding back. I remember the drinks, the kiss, and telling Sam. Crap. Did I make Brennen feel bad, rushing out like I did? Is that what I should've done? No he kissed you. "Damn" I said to myself. I began to feel angry at Brennen, why the fuck did he do that. As if out of nowhere, I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach. Hangover. Why do I ever drink, this shit sucks. I thought rushing to the bathroom.  I sat next to the toilet, I hadn't thrown up but I felt like I might. I got off the floor and turned the shower on. I undressed as quickly as my head would allow and got in. The shower was cold but felt refreshing. I got out and sat on the bathroom floor, while I gathered the energy I needed to get back to my room. After what seemed like ages I went to my bedroom and got dressed. Pulling out my phone I sent one, simple text to Brennen:

C: I'm coming to get my car
Read 1:34 PM

Making my way down to the kitchen, I ran into Sam and asked him if he could give me a ride to Brennen's.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He asked me.

"Not really but I kinda need my car" I responded.

I found the pickles in the fridge and poured some of the juice into a glass. I quickly drank it knowing it would calm any last symptoms of my hangover. I wasn't feeling bad but didn't want to risk it on the car ride.
Soon we were on our way and it occurred to me that I wasn't sure what to say to him. Am I mad? Did I overreact? Are things awkward? We got to his house and I walked to his door. I stood there not sure if I was ever going to knock. The door opened and there stood Brennen. If I'm being honest he looked like shit. I assumed it had something to do with what had happened. I grabbed my keys "Brennen I don't want this to be awkward, I just... I don't like you like that, bro" I prayed it wouldn't hurt his feelings. "I understand" was all he said before closing the door behind me. Looking up I saw that Sam had already left. I would've too if I were in his position. I unlocked my car and got in. I began to drive to Tender Greens, but I stopped myself. Our friendship is probably over, what the hell was I thinking I could've been nicer. I couldn't help but feel like it was fault, even though I knew it wasn't. Why does it have to be like this? I thought as I order some fast food. I got my meal and drove home. Sitting in the driveway, I ate my food. I didn't want to think about it but I did. What if what happened wasn't that bad?

Sorry dudes that I haven't updated I had to keep writing because I wasn't satisfied I apologize if it's trash (yep I'm calling my work trash because I'm one of those writers) have a good day and tell me if ya liked it :)