darling | brendon urie | sequel to "strawberries"

23: "im not talking to him"

"justin!" i ran to my best friend and hugged him. him and his family went to new york for a while.
"hey!" he picked me up and spun me round. he'd grown taller and had a new haircut.
"how was new york?" i asked.
"it was amazing! i got you something" he got a kinky boots playbill and a new york pin.
"aw you didn't have to" i hugged him again. "i'll put them in my room and then we can hang out!"

i came back to see him and brendon talking. i wasn't talking to him. i walked past him and pulled justins arm.
"c'mon! the pizza stores gonna close!" i said. "you guys want a lift?" brendon asked.
"sure!" justin replied.
"that wont be necessary!" i said to my best friend, pulling him down the street.
"so...you guys not talking?" he asked. i sighed. "im really underweigh ..almost anorexic. i could be hospitalised. and brendon never told me" i explained. justin put his arm round me.
"damn. im sorry" he said.
i shrugged. "im not talking to him anyway"

we got pizza and talked a bit. he told me all about new york. i gabbled on about all the drama back here. then we headed to his place.
and we cried. i cried because i'd missed him so much and i was scared. i cried because i fucked up with brendon he gave me a hug and told me everything would be okay. he was crying because he was scared he was going to die alone. i promised  i'd marry him if we were both alone by 30

i walked home sobbing. and i got in and went searching. not playing fortnite. not playing the piano. not sleeping. i went outside and saw him sitting on the outdoor couch, drinking beer. i let out a quiet sob as i opened the door. he spotted me.
"you okay?" he asked.
i ran into his arms and cried harder. he pulled me closer to him, calming me.
"im sorry"