A New Beginning

When I woke up the next morning, I wasn't exactly 100 percent aware of everything that happened last night. I was in a bed curled up with Brian. He had his arm behind my neck and I was on my side with one arm under his shoulder and the other stretched across his chest. I yawned and nuzzled my head back into the pocket of his shoulder. I figured it would be a while til Brian would be done sleeping, and I didn't want to wake him up... As by the end of the night he was shit faced drunk. My head only hurt a little, as I had only had some fruity ass vodka. While lying there, I tried to remember what all happened. I thought we had been talking about my life and my tattoos and work, but that's all I really remembered. There was also one more thing... It had sounded like Brian told me he loved me, but I wasn't quite sure because I had been drunk... He could have said anything. If he did say he loved me, well, I wouldn't even know what to say. I did love him, but I was afraid... Afraid that something would happen and I would be alone again. That couldn't happen. I would go into depression again, and things would happen, and I would probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

I just lie there waiting until Brian finally woke up about half an hour. He must have noticed me changing positions and squirming underneath his grasp. He yawned, and I looked up at him. "Good morning." I said, smiling up at him.

"Good morning." He said back to me. "How'd you sleep?" He asked me.

"Good," I started. "I barely anything from last night, though. I didn't do anything stupid, did I?" I asked awkwardly, hoping that I didn't do anything too embarassing.

"Yeah, you were streaking and trying to get Johnny to have sex with you." He said, with a straight face.

My heart dropped. "WHAT."

Brian chuckled, "I'm kidding," He said. "You were pretty calm, but really giggly, which was cute." I blushed and buried my head into his chest. "What? I'm not even kidding. It was cute. It made me miss my best friend even more, though you were right there with me the entire time."

"How can you miss someone who isn't even gone?" I asked, ruining the moment.

"Well..." He started. "You go years without seeing them when you're head over heels in love with them. You lose so much time with them... And then they come back and you realize what you've been missing out on all those years. You regret not asking them out or confessing your love when you were a teenager, when it set in. You realize that you're an idiot for being so mean and causing them so much pain." My eyes started tearing up as he said that.

"Brian... I still love you. I didn't realize that you had all that inside of your head and your heart. I didn't realize that your feelings were so true. I wish we could have had those years, too. I wish I had never gone away. I wish I would've had you then... So we could have gotten a head start on our life together." By that point, my hormones were kicking in and I was crying. I buried my face into Brian's shoulder and wiped the tears onto his t-shirt. I felt bad because there would probably be a giant stain from them on it, but I doubted Brian would care. He never did. He would just throw it away and get a new one.

"Emma, don't say that. You went away and got the education you deserved. The one that I almost stopped you from getting. Just remember, everything happens for a reason." I sat up a bit and started leaning torward him. He leaned forward, too. Our lips were just about to brush, but the door flung open, once again interrupting us and keeping us from kissing.