Brian's POV:

I had been forcing it down. Hoping that it would fade away. Instead it only seem to grow.

It just wasn't giving up. I knew at some point I was going to have to do something. The only problem was I could end up destroying one of the best friendships I've ever had.

A slam my hands down on the desk in frustration. How the hell was I supposed to concentrate? He was all that was on my mind.

I shove away from the desk. Jumping to my feet the chair falls to the floor in my wake. A knock sounds on my door.

"Come in." I say.

The door opens. My dad is standing there. He walks into my room. Waking right over he stands the chair back up.

He takes a seat on my bed. There's that all knowing look on his face. He pats the spot next to him. I take it.

"You'll never know until you say something to him."

I don't have to ask who he's taking about. I already know. I'm not surprised. He's always been able to read me like a book.

His hand falls onto my shoulder. The small smile on his face is encouraging.

"There's nothing you could ever do that would make me love you less. I would never do to you what Zacky's mother did to him." He says pulling me into a hug.

There was no question in my mind my father loved me. He didn't have to say that. It was still nice to here though.

"Now go get him." He pushes me from the bed pointing to my door.

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