Carry On (1)
"Simple statements move us all," is how she chose to start her essay. She used that quote a lot, more than she realized. The only person who truly realized was Brendon, although only once and while he would put any thought to it.
About twenty minutes later, her hand began to cramp so she stopped. She massaged her hand while staring at the paper. She never liked her work, despite the appraisal from Ryan, who was one of the best writers she knew. She let out a long sigh and got up.
She decided to put her hair in a low ponytail, and threw on a simple black hoodie. It was mid-fall of 2008. She loved the fall, especially Halloween. It was something about the smell of pumpkins and the spooky decorations that made her life a bit better. Fall was one of the few things she truly enjoyed, alongside her friends and writing.
She was in daze as she walked down her street, adoring the way the leaves fell from the trees and how they crunched under her shoes. She was snapped out of this gaze when someone hugged her from behind. She let a scream, only to be met with a familiar laugh. It was Brendon.
"Oh my god, don't scare me like that," she cried out.
"You should be more aware of your surroundings Y/N!"
She rolled her eyes and turned to face him. His boyish gaze (hehe) met her stern stare. She turned back around and began walking again. Brendon walked along side her.
"So Y/N, where are we going today?"
"Well, anywhere really. I just wanted to get out of my house."
He let out a soft hum and looked at her for a second.
The pair had been friends for a long time, since sixth grade to be exact. They had more than enough time to grow close in those years, which definitely happened.
Even though they told each other everything, she was still surprised when Brendon told her that he had sex with Ryan. Well, she knew Brendon was bisexual, but she didn't expect him to outright fuck her crush. The argument that followed that conversation left the two broken for a long time, but of course they fixed it.
Brendon turned to her and looked like he was about to ask a question, but quickly closed his mouth. He looked forward again.
The next few minutes were filled with silence besides the crunch of leaves under their shoes. This silence allowed Brendon to debate on whether or not he should tell her that him and Ryan began dating. He knew she loved him, but Ryan seems to have no interest in Y/N.
"Y/N, I need to tell you something."
"Yea?"
"Will you promise not to get mad at me?"
"Depends on what you tell me, but I'll try my best."
"Well, a couple of weeks ago, I asked Ryan if he wanted to go get dinner or something. Afterwards, we went to his house and, we uh, fucked. The next morning I asked him what we were, and he said whatever I wanted us to be. I asked him if he could be, well, mine. He said yes."
Y/N stopped. She looked at Brendon. She took a deep breath.
"I've known you for a while Brendon. I love you and respect you. Although you knew I loved Ryan, you decided to take him. It's okay though. Most likely we weren't for each other. It's alright."
"I'm sorry," Brendon choked out.
"Don't be."
She turned around, and started walking back home. Brendon was going to chase after her, but he decided it was best to leave her alone.
