𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 (𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐨𝐜)

>painted out to be a cheater<

     My doctor informed me that I was to stay in the hospital for two weeks even after I woke up. Honestly, I was not complaining. I wanted to renter my normal life feeling 100%. That means, making a full recovery.

     I started physical therapy to make sure my recovery was heading in the right direction. My mom and David were always there to help when some exercise were harder than others. I went for an hour everyday and although it wasn't my favorite, I knew it played a crucial role in my recovery.

     As far as visitors go, there was always someone visiting. David and my mom spent the most time out of everyone. They are both overprotective of me and felt like that if they left me alone, even for a split millisecond, something bad would happen. Luke and his mom were other common visitors. Luke would ask the doctor questions about how I was doing and than report back to me. He also filled me in on everything that was happening outside of the hospital walls.

     As for everyone else, they stopped in when the could. Some more than others, but it's the thought that matters. Even Kenny came when he could. The only two people I didn't see were Elle and Christian. Elle, I was not shocked by; she probably wished I did died that night. Christian, I was taken aback by; if he cared about me as much as he made it seem he did, I figured he would never leave. Guess I was wrong about that. That's why when he showed up on my last day, I was a little surprised.

     He knocked on the door and I allowed him access to come inside. At first he stood there, not even knowing what to say. He looked at me but didn't even bother to look at Davey.
     "Christian?" I said.

     "Hi," he mouthed, clearing seeming to be uncomfortable.

     "Davey, can you give us a second to talk in private?" I asked, turning at him.

     "But what if," he started but I cut him off before he could finish.

     "I'll be okay. I've been discharge and I'm back to normal. Nothing bad is gonna happen," I plead.

     "Okay, I'll let you do what you have to do," he said walking out, "Oh and Christian, don't get any ideas."

     Christian didn't even respond. Instead he turned to me saying, "Look, I'm sure you're mad at me for not coming to see you. Before you jump down my throat, let me explain."

     "Alright, than shoot," I answered.

     "I didn't came to see you because I didn't want to see you in the state that you were in. You know, all bandaged and bruised up. I couldn't take it. I kept telling myself I was, but I was too chicken. I'm really sorry Brooke."

     "I accept your apology Christian."

     "You do?" he questioned.

     "Yes, I do," I answered hugging him. It felt good to finally makeup.

     When we pulled away, we just stood there. It was one of those moments that are awkward, but in a good way.

that did not make in any sense.

I was so lost in thought that when I felt Christian's lips on mine I didn't now what to do. It was such a quick monition that I didn't have time to react. I pulled away as fast as possible and stood back, dumbfounded.

"Christian, what the fuck!?" I yelled.

"I'm so sorry Brooke. I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean it!!"

"I'm literally dating your best friend and you go ahead and kiss me? You know damn well I'm with Davey!!"

"What's going on here?" Shit, it was David.

"David please. This isn't what it looks like," I panicked.

"Did he kiss you?" he questioned, pointing at Davey.

I hesitated at first. I was done lying to him, "Yes, but it's not like the way you are thinking. I didn't even kiss him back."

"That's what they all say. I know how stuff like this works," he shouted.

"Please Davey, believe me! It's not like that!" I cried.

"Than what was it like? Is he a better kisser than me?"

"Not in the slightest," I said, not caring about Christian's ego, "I don't like him like that. You're the only one.

I tried to hold his face but he pulled away. I looked at him and started crying. God, haven't I been through enough already?!

"Brooke, I need time to process everything," he said before walking out. I couldn't hold my tears in any longer. I turned to Christian who was just standing there.

"How stupid are you?"

"Brooke I'm really sorry for all that."

"No your fucking not. You enjoyed every second of it."