Madi's p.o.v
I looked him over trying to judge if he was lying to me. I was used to being lied to by people, and it was hard to trust people. The only reason I was able to trust him again so easily, was that previous bond. He looked down at me hopefully as I continued to think it over. I bit my lip before speaking up softly, and I was sure I was going to disappoint him. "I really want to believe you Brian, I do. But most guys...will just find another girl and go back to their old ways. So I forgive you, but I'm not going to say much more about it," I noticed the hurt flash across his face. I know I was stereotyping him, but from personal experience...I know for a fact that guys don't usually change.

He stared at his shoes ashamed before speaking up. "That seems reasonable," I nodded as he looked up again. "Well I should go. The guys and I are playing a show tonight," I nodded again before closing the door as he walked back towards his house. I sighed and walked to my room and laid down on my bed. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, there was a loud, obnoxious knocking at the front door that wouldn't go away. I sighed before making my way to the door.

I checked the clock and frowned at the time. It was eleven thirty at night, who the fuck would knock on someone's door at this hour? I opened the door and wiped at my eyes to see that not only was it raining, but Brian was back at my door. Not only that, but even though he was soaked from the rain...I could still smell the alcohol on him. To say he was plastered would be an understatement. "Brian," I asked tiredly, trying to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

He nodded as I sighed and reached out to his arm and pulled him into the house. "Why are you here Brian?" He looked down at me through glazed brown eyes. He went to speak up but instead of saying anything leaned closer to me. I stepped back slightly, I didn't know where this was headed, but I wasn't sure I wanted to find out. I repeated my question a little louder now. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to come see how you were doing," He slurred terribly and it was kinda hard to make out some of his words. I sighed before looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"That's all? Well I'm doing fine, and you can leave now," I stated not wanting to deal with someone who was drunk right now.

"You're lying," He slurred before frowning at me. "I know you better," he hiccupped. "Than that," I sighed at the sad truth.

"What do you want me to say? You hurt me Brian...and then you turned around and hurt me again," I stated honestly as all these bottled up emotions started to come up. "I acted like the whole 'you're not you' thing didn't bother me. But I secretly hated that you didn't remember me," I stated honestly as tears began to fall. I had always liked Brian when I was younger. I had been way too shy to try anything, and all the other girls seemed to like him too. He always had a girlfriend, or someone close to that. And when I came back...I had realized that he hadn't changed much. He was still really attractive...even more with the tattoos he had so far. "And then you went and believed that bitch of a girlfriend over me...again! I was wary enough to try being friends with you Brian...and then you think I slept with one of my friends!"

I felt tears start to trickle down my cheeks as I began to think of Emma. He stumbled towards me and pulled me into his chest. "Please don't cry...I'm sorry," He mumbled brokenly. I tried to wipe at my tears, but it was a useless effort.

"The only reason I didn't break that bitches face in was because of Emma," I cried out brokenly before pulling away from him. No matter how hard I tried...I still ended up crying over Emma. She was my best friend, and I hated that, that stupid drunk driver took her from me. And then on top of it...Tyler had been a huge mess with me, and to be told we were sleeping together was not only a slap to the face of us. It was a slap to the face of Emma's memory. I wiped at my eyes as he stared at me. I knew he was worried but I wasn't strong enough to tell him about Emma at the moment.

"You can tell me when you're ready," He stated quietly. I bit my lip...he was making sense for a drunk guy. I nodded and sniffled as he opened his arms to me slightly. I bit my lip before hugging him lightly. I pulled away realizing I was now all wet and he probably shouldn't stand around in soaking wet clothes. He shivered and I bit my lip. I stepped back and let him into the entrance and closed the door.

"Stay here," I stated before walking up to my room and changing. I reached into the bottom drawer which had a bunch of Tyler's clothes for when he stayed over and grabbed a pair of clean boxers and pajama pants. I walked down and dragged him towards the bathroom and handed him the dry clothes and asked him to change. I waited outside and a few minutes later he walked out and pouted slightly, still in his wet shirt and jeans. I gave him an incredulous look. "What?"

"The belts...and the button...and wow that room spun a bit," He slurred before stumbling a little. I shook my head and managed to unbuckle and pull off the three belts he had on before unbuttoning his jeans and shoving him lightly back into the bathroom. He closed the door and came back out a couple minutes later in the lounge pants. "Where do I put these?" I grabbed his wet clothes and went to hang them in the laundry room. When I made my way back to the living room, he was sitting on the couch.

"Are you tired?" He nodded and I pulled him up before taking him up to my room since the guest bedroom wasn't presentable. I let him lay down on the bed and bit my lip as he tugged on my arm, pulling me down gently on the bed.

"I love you," He mumbled as my eyes widened.

Notes

Cliff hanger....So what do you think?