48: "like brendon"

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the next day sarah came over for breakfast. her and brendon engrossed in conversation while i watched them wistfully. brendons hand slid into mine soon enough and squeezed it in a comforting way.

brendon went to the bathroom so sarah passed me her phone and started conversation.
"is brendon okay? his eyes are red" she asked.
don't tell him i told u but he was crying ab me...on me
"oh. are you okay?" she asked. i shrugged. "hey. im here for you" she said kindly.
💞
"does he cry a lot?"
YES OH MY GOD ESPEC. WHEN WE WATCH QUEER EYE
she laughed. "thats adorable...good for him though. good for him. some people are ashamed to cry and he's not"

brendon came downstairs wiping his eyes.
"are you okay?" sarah asked. he nodded.
give us a sec i gave sarah her phone and pulled brendon outside.

"whats wrong?" i asked.
"nothing" he wouldn't look at me.
"brendon please" i begged.
"im fine" he insisted. i grabbed his face and made him face me.
"please...wow. i thought only you did this...okay not the point! why are you sad?"
"im just worried about you" he admitted.
"im okay" i said.
"stop fucking lying! okay, we all know you're not" he snapped. i stepped back.
"sorry" he hugged me. "just please promise me you'll talk to me"
"of course!" i replied, hugging him back.
we went back inside to see sarah with the dogs. "they're adorable" she smiled.
"like brendon" i said. he laughed and sat down, wiped his eyes.
"was that you?" sarah asked me.

oh.

"yeah" i replied.
"ayee!" brendon high fives me. "thats ten people" he added.
"awesome!" sarah exclaimed.
"oh thanks" i smiled.
"well...i think that means we should have some dessert to celebrate" brendon went to the fridge and got out some ben and jerrys ice cream.
"hey strawberry, get some cookies pleqse"
i ran to the pantry and got a packet.
"thank you gorgeous" a few minuets later we had ice cream sandwiches!
"but you cant bite ice cream!" i said as the couple chewed on it.
"wrong" they replied.

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