We'll Be Okay

C1

A.N: So, I had this saved somewhere amongst a bunch of other random little bits and pieces and thought, why not just post it? I don't even remember when I started writing this lol but anyways I hope you like it :)

She was over him or at least that's what he thought. It hurt. He felt as if his whole body was aching, not just his heart. It had been only a few hours since she came by but it felt like more.

He wanted to get up, walk out and leave. There was nothing he wanted more than to go over to the house and see her, to make her see that she was hurting him but he'd been drinking, he wasn't drunk yet but he was beginning to feel tipsy and going to see her wouldn't be a good idea.

Brandon's phone buzzed on the table, he reached for it immediately seeing it was a FaceBook notification. Callie Jacob has added a new photo.

Without a second thought he clicked on it, waiting for the photo to load with bated breath. As soon as he saw it he wished he hadn't bothered. She looked so beautiful just like she always does and she looked happy, she was with him, he was looking at her in a way that made Brandon sick to his stomach.

He placed his phone on his lap and proceeded to open a new can of beer. "Fuck it."

One lead to one more and another and yet another until there was no more for him to consume. It was then he finally picked his phone back up again, "Call Callie." He spoke aloud, his words slightly slurred.

Within seconds she answered, the panic in her voice clear. "B?"

"Caaaal."

He could hear her gasp on the other end of the line, "Oh god Brandon. Where are you?"

"I don't feel good baby." The words slowly rolled off his tongue, the alcohol had made a minor impact on his speech.

"Bran-"

Before she could even get a sentence out, he interrupted her."My heart hurts Callie."

He was going to continue talking before he heard hushed whispers on Callie's end of the line. The next voice he heard wasn't Callie's but Wyatt's, something that didn't sit well with him at all.

"Bro, you need to stop this."

"Don't call me bro!" Brandon practically screamed down the phone, the alcohol in his system fuelling his anger.

"Calm down and back off."

"Put Callie on the phone or I swear t-"

"Or what?"

He could hear Callie in the background and the next thing he knew she was talking to him again.

"Brandon, just tell me where you are, please?"

Brandon sighed before he responded, "My dad is out of town so I'm here at his place. Cal, I need you, please Callie I just need you here."

When he heard nothing on the other end of the line he continued. "Please, Callie. I know you're over me and that's fine...okay, it's not but I'll work on it. It's just, I love you. I love you. I do, I love you so much and I need you right now, please Callie please."

He heard a noise on the other end of the line and waited. A few seconds passed before he heard her speak again, "Give me twenty minutes, I'll be there. Okay?"

"Okay."

Twenty minutes passed before he heard a knock on the door, he was thankful she'd came. He'd drank a rather large strong black coffee whilst he waited for her and was already feeling more sober, the alcohol he had wasn't that strong luckily for him.