In Our Hearts

2 ~ BRIN

"You said you need to be there for work! Guess what baby, that doesn't look work to me and so as to the rest of the world!" Kourtney ranted at me.

I don't know how long have I been staring at her while she walks in circles inside her dressing room, making her blonde mane fall behind like cape.

She ask me to come over during a rehearsal break of her second show, so we could talk and I haven't given a single chance to speak since I got here.

I'm starting to think fire might just flare out of her nostrils if she don't stop from talking. Or my head might explode if I don't stop listening to her.

She haven't say any single word I don't know. I've seen the article myself last night and none of those make sense. It's just another work of some reporters who wants to make money out of their lies. I somehow feel bad for them. It's like they're forced to create stories for people to talk about, regardless wether it's true or not to make money. The more questionable it is, the more people will talk about it.

"God, Brin please say something!" She said glaring with her fierce blue eyes. At last, the floor is all mine.

I straighten myself on the couch. She stood a yard away in front of me with her hands clasp on both side of her tiny waist. She looks like Wonderwoman who's about to tackle a villain, who happens to be me.

"Like I said on my text babe, I'm not messing up with that girl. It's Tyler's sister.. Tyler!" I repeated, hoping it will ring a bell to her.

She inhaled a deep breath and I know exactly what's to come next.

"Wait, let me finish first. I wasn't able to call you because we're only half way done with the discussion couple of minutes before your show." She let go of her breath, indicating I just hit the million dollar retaliation.

I even told her a day ahead about my meeting with that producer who will help me with one of my songs and it wasn't my fault he wants to discuss it over with some drinks in a private lounge of a superclub just because he can.

"So are you saying since her brother will produce your fucking song, she get an all-access flirt pass with you?" And her fire is all light up.

"What? No! At one point she said she's a fan and she's just happy to see me-" She raised a hand to sush me.

I held my breath for good five seconds, hoping if I constrict the air in my lungs, it might ceased the fire on the wick of the bomb inside.

"Enough with the lies! I heard this for so many times now and I cannot let this one pass this time." Her mouth quiver as she speak.

"Why do you always have to make things complicated for us, Kourt?" I'm palm my face with exhaustion.

"Me?" she scoffs. "I was the one who makes it complicated? If you can just be fucking honest with me! with everyone, then this will not be complicated!"

"I'm honest to you, damn it!" I can't help my voice from raising now. "If I pet a dog and kiss it, will you believe the media if they say I'm dating that freaking dog?"

"That's different!" She snarled.

"No, it's not!" I bite back. "How long have you been in this industry? Haven't you ever learn when to believe those stupid articles or not? They can make a simple act looks so inevitable because they can!"

"If you haven't got your dating issues then we might be discussing this!" she exclaimed.

"Seriously? Are we going back to that?" I shake my head in disbelief. "As far as I'm aware. You know exactly that this situation is more likely because of you than my past issues."

"Then why can't you fight for me?" I'm not sure if she's about to cry now.

"What can I do?" She's confusing me. Why girls just cannot say what they want.

"They care about you, they will understand. All you need to do is fight for me but you're not doing anything!" she whines.

"Don't you dare tell me I didn't do anything." I run my fingers to my hair. "I don't have all goddamn day to call out every single person bashing you. I could care less to those people who will hate me but I could never afford to see anyone suffer because of me." I run my hands on both sides of her arms, hoping it will help to call her down.

"You only say that because it gives you freedom to hangout will different girls every night. You just-" She brush my hands off and start firing again.

"Fuck! That's it." It's my turn to sush her. It's this moment which tells me this is going nowhere.

"You know what you're right. This is nonsense. I guess it's much better if we stop seeing each other."

"Wh- what did you just say?" She stared at me blankly. Like a time bomb only three seconds away to explode and now has been disarmed.

"We're done, Kourtney. I can't do this anymore." Somewhere between my words, her palm flew fast and landed on my cheek.

I push my tongue behind my stinging cheek and look at her. She was about to reach for my face with regret forming on her face but I move away from her hand.

"Brin.."

"No, I deserve it." I say.

"No babe. I'm-"

"Goodbye, Kourtney." And I started walking out of her dressing room.

Just a few steps before I reach the exit, she starts to yell my name, even manage to threaten me to go back or something bad might happen. I already had the worst so there's no way I'm turning back.

I turn to the left with both hands inside my pocket and I almost bump my chin on someone's head.

It's her, Kourtney's shadow, leaning on the wall with her hands behind her. She look up to me with wide eyes and her face turn red as soon as she realize I just caught her outside the room I just exited.

She immediately lower her head and let her straight chestnut locks to hide her face. I want to tell her I don't mind whatever she heard. In fact, I would be please if she will talk her friend out to fix some attitude. But I decided to just continue walking. I'm too exhausted to have another encounter with female hormones.