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A few days later..

Brian took a pack of Marlboros from his shirt pocket and stuck one in his mouth.

"Cigarette?" He offered. I don't smoke, but I took one anyway. I couldn't light it from his as Brians lip was trembling. He didn't want to leave. Brian dragged deep, lowered his head so that his jet black spiked hair failed and fell into his eyes.

"Last call for the 11:30 flight to Los Angeles International-"

"That's me" Brian sighed stubbing out his newly lit cigarrette. "Your not coming with me?"

"No," I murmerd starting to tear up.

"May I ask why?"

"Your unsure what you want, you need time as do I"

Brian just cuffed and brushed a flat strand of previously spiked hair away from his tired eyes.

"Whatever"

"Call me" I suggested.

"Mmhm" He sighed. "Well, I gotta go. So, see you around" He pikced his weightless back up and flung it over his shoulder. One ladt look at me, and he started to walk away.

"Wait" I shouted pulling him towards me. 'Your not gonna leave without giving me a kiss are you?" I half smiled.

"Of course not" Brian held my head lightly and pulled me in, giving me a delicate kiss. "I, uh," he coughed.

"I love you too"

...

When I got back to dads, he saw I wasn't right. That resulted in me crying my eyes out on his shoulder.

"Hey, baby cmon what's the matter?" Dad asked stroking my hair. I didn't say anything, I wasn't in the right frame of mind to even think about making up a crappy excuse he only wouldn't believe. "You want to ralk about it whwn you've calmed down?"

"Yeah" I cried. "I'm sorry dad"

Me and Brian was as bad as each other. We both wanted each other, bad, but we were scared. I was already having second thoughts about staying here.

"I'm gonna go in my room"

"Ok baby" He gently kissed my head.

When I got in my room, my phone buzzed in my pocket notifying me I had a message. Surprise surprise, it was a Brian.

'I love you'

Notes

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