George!”
“Why you piece of-” The guy ran towards George to punch him.
“Hey!” I shouted, holding my hands up in the air. “He didn’t sleep with your girlfriend. He doesn’t know you. He’s mouthing off, because…” I had to think of something quick, which was even harder to do because everything just felt so heavy . “he just caught his girlfriend sleeping with…his best friend.”
My words stopped the guy in his tracks. The guy glanced at George.
“Is that true?”
I glared at George, my eyes promising violence if he didn’t agree. I didn’t want to come up with bond money to bail him out of jail. But, more importantly, he’d lose his job if he was arrested. George stared into my eyes, mouth clenched, while Brian and Ben both held onto one of his arms. He nodded his head.
“Sorry man,” the guy said sympathetically. “Must be difficult being on a T.V. show and having your girl screw around on you. Better luck next time.” The man walked off, while George still murderously glared at me.
“You can thank me tomorrow when you step into your office, because you still have your job,” I replied. Some of the anger left his body upon hearing my words.
Ben and Brian let go of his arms, and Brian walked over to me, his eyes signaling that he wanted to leave. I nodded, and then kissed Max, Ben, and George on the cheek before walking out of the club with Brian.
**
I was more drunk than I thought, because I remembered very little about how we arrived home. I vaguely remembered a subway and a train being involved, but I was fuzzy on the details. I did somewhat remember trying to talk people on the train into starting a band with me, though, telling some guy he seemed like a natural drummer. But, it was only fragments of memory. The only thing I really remembered much of was Brian’s smile.
I woke up hung-over, but well rested. Looking around, I realized that I was in Brian’s bedroom, and when I glanced down, I sighed in relief that I was still fully clothed. Turning my head, I smiled even in my aching state. The view was just spectacular. Waves were crashing onto the jetty below. I heard the sound of seagulls squawking outside, swooping down to catch fish. The sky was a bright blue, not a cloud in the sky. Views like this were rare at the mouth of N.Y.C. and came with hefty price tags.
Looking down at the charcoal-gray colored, silk sheets, I realized that I had never been in Brian’s bed before. That was something we never did- venture into each other’s bedrooms. Our friendship had always been platonic, and we had both always stayed firmly in those boundaries. Well, except the night we met…
I looked around the room feeling as though I had entered forbidden territory. There was a large wooden dresser the same color mahogany as all the custom made furniture in Brian’s parents’ home. The top of the dresser was filled with sports trophies.
“Show off,” I muttered under my breath, before glancing around the room at the mounted television and charcoal-gray curtains matching the bedding. The whole room felt very masculine, and I was immediately given the sense that I was in a bachelor pad. On the wall above the bed was a picture of Babe Ruth hitting a baseball. Two other pictures were in the room. One was the movie poster from Swingers, Brian’s favorite movie. The second took me by surprise. It was a digital photo frame, and every picture that flashed before my eyes was of Brian and me spanning the nearly five years that we had known each other. In shock, I stepped out of the bed, walking over to the picture frame right outside his master bathroom. I covered my mouth, tears trickling down my face. I had forgotten
“Why you piece of-” The guy ran towards George to punch him.
“Hey!” I shouted, holding my hands up in the air. “He didn’t sleep with your girlfriend. He doesn’t know you. He’s mouthing off, because…” I had to think of something quick, which was even harder to do because everything just felt so heavy . “he just caught his girlfriend sleeping with…his best friend.”
My words stopped the guy in his tracks. The guy glanced at George.
“Is that true?”
I glared at George, my eyes promising violence if he didn’t agree. I didn’t want to come up with bond money to bail him out of jail. But, more importantly, he’d lose his job if he was arrested. George stared into my eyes, mouth clenched, while Brian and Ben both held onto one of his arms. He nodded his head.
“Sorry man,” the guy said sympathetically. “Must be difficult being on a T.V. show and having your girl screw around on you. Better luck next time.” The man walked off, while George still murderously glared at me.
“You can thank me tomorrow when you step into your office, because you still have your job,” I replied. Some of the anger left his body upon hearing my words.
Ben and Brian let go of his arms, and Brian walked over to me, his eyes signaling that he wanted to leave. I nodded, and then kissed Max, Ben, and George on the cheek before walking out of the club with Brian.
**
I was more drunk than I thought, because I remembered very little about how we arrived home. I vaguely remembered a subway and a train being involved, but I was fuzzy on the details. I did somewhat remember trying to talk people on the train into starting a band with me, though, telling some guy he seemed like a natural drummer. But, it was only fragments of memory. The only thing I really remembered much of was Brian’s smile.
I woke up hung-over, but well rested. Looking around, I realized that I was in Brian’s bedroom, and when I glanced down, I sighed in relief that I was still fully clothed. Turning my head, I smiled even in my aching state. The view was just spectacular. Waves were crashing onto the jetty below. I heard the sound of seagulls squawking outside, swooping down to catch fish. The sky was a bright blue, not a cloud in the sky. Views like this were rare at the mouth of N.Y.C. and came with hefty price tags.
Looking down at the charcoal-gray colored, silk sheets, I realized that I had never been in Brian’s bed before. That was something we never did- venture into each other’s bedrooms. Our friendship had always been platonic, and we had both always stayed firmly in those boundaries. Well, except the night we met…
I looked around the room feeling as though I had entered forbidden territory. There was a large wooden dresser the same color mahogany as all the custom made furniture in Brian’s parents’ home. The top of the dresser was filled with sports trophies.
“Show off,” I muttered under my breath, before glancing around the room at the mounted television and charcoal-gray curtains matching the bedding. The whole room felt very masculine, and I was immediately given the sense that I was in a bachelor pad. On the wall above the bed was a picture of Babe Ruth hitting a baseball. Two other pictures were in the room. One was the movie poster from Swingers, Brian’s favorite movie. The second took me by surprise. It was a digital photo frame, and every picture that flashed before my eyes was of Brian and me spanning the nearly five years that we had known each other. In shock, I stepped out of the bed, walking over to the picture frame right outside his master bathroom. I covered my mouth, tears trickling down my face. I had forgotten
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