Singular

9 ☆Breaks☆

The entire ride to Rusty's was quiet, Garrett was still recovering from what his brother said to him, while my mind was still processing it. I would never forgive my sister if she said that to me...

I parked my car, and made my way into the restaurant, with Garrett following behind, I ordered two burgers, two large fries and two chocolate milkshakes. I know this is Garrett's favorite order, maybe that will brighten his night.

We both ate quietly. But this silence is slowly killing me. I want him to talk, to throw everything out like everyone does when they are mad. Why can't he just be normal?!

So many questions wanted to be thrown out but none did, like why did George say that? Why doesn't he speak? Has he been hurt before? Why is Matt such an asshole to him?

"Are you okay?" Was all my lips managed to pronounce, on a shaky, soft voice, as if I was touching something fragile, and it would break in any moment.

"Yes, Brinley. I am fine." Garrett didn't even look at me when he said that. Are we seriously going back to that? Now? I rolled my eyes. This kid really needs someone to teach him how to speak.

His hands were curled into fists, his nose was red maybe from anger, what's his problem? Is he like this because he cried in front of me? I should let him know I don't mind.

"Garrett, sometimes it's okay to let it all out and cry-" I spoke softly, but I was interrupted by a loud groan coming from his mouth. I instantly frowned.

"Brinley why can't you understand I can't do that. And I don't want you to teach me how to. I'm not interested in sharing my feelings, like you do. Feelings are immeasurable, so they shouldn't have time be wasted in them." He kept his voice low, almost like a whisper, but every word came out with so much anger.

What is he even saying Now?

Why is he making things so hard for me?

Should I stay? Should I leave him?

"Garrett, I'm your friend, I'm here to listen to you." I spoke to him softly.

"Well you shouldn't be." He spoke almost cutting me off. "I don't need to be fixed Brinley, I'm perfectly fine. Your life would be easier without me, and vice versa and that I can prove." He finished.

"Fine. You're right, I should've never even tried in the very beginning. Goodbye Garrett." I spoke calmly walking out of Rusty's. I hope he has fun walking to his house.

I'm done with Garrett. He has done this not once, twice, and I forgave him, this time, I'm done trying, he wants me out of his life then fine, I'll gladly leave.

I drove my car, soft music was playing in the background. Why am I not upset? I actually feel lighter, if that's even possible... normally I'd be balling my eyes out, but not this time.

I got home, parking the car into the garage, hoping my dad and sister wouldn't wake up. I made my way to my room, throwing my stuff away. I sighed deeply, making my way to the bathroom to prepare a warm bubble bath.

I deserve This, I really need this break, I already have an idea for a new dress. And some new paintings. I'll work on that tomorrow. Right now it's my relaxing time.

I'll finally have time to focus on myself and my paintings. And not on that Stupid Garrett.

But you will miss him.

My inner voice said.

Hell yes I will.

I shook off those thoughts, getting out of the bathtub, wrapping my towel around my body, and walking back towards my room.

I slid on my pjs, brushed my teeth and got to my work station. Today will be a long night, so I placed some music on my phone to let the inspiration come in while I lost control of my hand, and it started moving all over the white canvas, leaving beautiful traces of color.

I painted, and painted, and I hadn't felt happier than this in the last few weeks. I didn't notice how late it was till I heard a knock on the door. Looks like I woke someone up.

I turned from the table to see a smiling dad standing by the door.

"You get your inspiration at really interesting hours." He chuckled, and I did as well. I looked at the clock which marked 3 am. I got a bit carried away.

"Sorry if I woke you up dad, I just really needed this." I sighed happily, wiping my paint-covered hands with a rag then turning completely to my dad.

"Everything okay? You only paint this late whenever something happens." I could hear the concern clear in his voice. I smiled softly, I love how he still worries about me like that.

"It's nothing that, just had a disagreement with someone." I sighed, my expression turning a bit sadder remembering Garrett's words.

"It look more than a disagreement to me sweetheart, you can talk to me about it." He is right, it is more than a disagreement. And I know I can always count on him. So I decided to tell him everything.

"Well, this friend of yours is just scared of feeling sweetie, he's never experienced it, you know everyone deserves an opportunity to experience, you should give him a chance." He spoke after I told him everything.

"Thank you." I gave my dad a tight hug, before he walked back to his room. He always has the best to say.

And I guess he's right... I might talk to him, just not yet... I want to see if he's actually interested. Maybe he'll speak first. If not, then that will be the sign.

He better talk to me ASAP.

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Here you go my loves ❤

I noticed I hadn't introduced Brinley's family properly, so they might appear a bit more often now. ❤❤❤

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