Deep Breath | G.Dolan

The Breakup

I was sleeping when I woke up from the sound of Bryant getting back at 4am. I got up and scratched my head and walked out into the light, which burned my eyes so I rubbed them and ended walking into a wall. I heard Bryant laugh.

"Sup?" I asked sitting at the kitchen counter. His blazer was open with his first three buttons unbuttoned and neck tie loose. Kinda hot if you ask me.

"Nice lisp," he said making fun of my retainer. I took it out in front of him and put it on a napkin. He looked disgusted. I expected him to be drunk but he was almost completely sober.

"How was the party? What did I miss? Did Kayla jump into Tom Daley's pants?" I asked playing with the sugar on the counter.

"Well," he said dragging it out.

"I was kidding! Did she really?" I was laughing picturing her short little troll self actually hopping into his pants and fitting comfortably.

"No but she was majorly flirtin'. Gray looked massively uncomfortable," he said taking off his tie and tossing it on the table. I got up and took it off straightening and fixing it. He doesn't understand that you don't toss Tom Ford. I would kill to wear Tom Ford that ungrateful blonde bitch. "So speaking of Grayson..."

"What?" I asked stopping what I was doing.

"He told me something interesting tonight." The jaws music started playing in my head.

"And that something would be..." I was playing stupid.

"Well I mean he was drunk when he said it but I don't think he's lying about it." He needs to stop getting drunk and saying shit he doesn't mean. I stared at Bryant waiting for him to continue. "He said that you told him that you...are in love with me?" I almost choked on my spit.

"Umm...well..." Retreat. Give up and run you stupid asshole. I knew that would backfire. "I did technically say that..."

"Well did you technically mean it?" I felt myself start to get red. Just tell him you didn't mean it and move on.

"Listen, Bryant I was mad at him and he said something about you and me that got me really mad so I just said it." I was trying not to look him in the face.

"So you didn't mean it?" I shook my head 'no'. "Oh, well thank God!" The fuck?

"What do you mean thank God? I'm not that ugly." He shook his head laughing.

"It was just that I didn't think we were anything serious and I was afraid you thought that and I didn't and I would feel like a complete arsehole."

"Well I mean you are an asshole, just not for that reason." He smiled. "And on that note of not being anything serious..."

"Do you want to stop...doing what we're doing?"

"Yes, please. Do you?"

"Yes," he said back like he wasn't sure.

"YOU DON'T SOUND CONFIDENT, BRYANT. ES OR NO?!"

"YES! JESUS you don't have to make me feel all sensitive and shit," he said starting to walk away. "We're best friends. It's supposed to be that way. It's better that way." I nodded my head and agreed.

"Wait...I'm still sleeping in your bed right? Because your couch is like sitting on rocks!" I yelled after him. It was the first night I actually felt comfortable sleeping.

About to board the plane just waiting in LAX. It smells like old people and depression. I woke up to 3 texts from Kayla the next morning and that was one of them.