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Broken Arrow

It's Been Far Too Long

I opened my eyes to a new day. Only to groan and pull the sheets over my head for a few moments before violently throwing them off. I kicked my quilt until it slipped off my bed and onto the floor and rolled over onto my back, letting out an angry huff. After staring at the ceiling for a few moments, I slowly eased myself up off the bed and slid to the end, letting my feet hang over the edge and with my hands on either side of me, I let out a sad sigh of defeat.

Every day was the fucking same. It'd been forever since Jack had walked out of my life, well, forever was a bit of an exaggeration, it'd been five months. Still, the pain was just as fresh as it had been the day he left me. I still woke up every morning feeling like complete shit with nothing to look forward to.

I knew I had to take a shower and get ready to go out as I'd promised my best friend Brian I'd go visit him today. To be honest I was actually quite looking forward to it, we used to hang out all the time until I got with Jack, and Jack didn't like me hanging out with other guys alone so my friendship with Brian, and the rest of the guys had sadly faded. I was just lucky Brian was willing to try to build it back up again.

But... I was one to seriously procrastinate, so instead of taking a shower and getting ready, I made myself a Coffee and spent a good hour or two on my laptop just scrolling through Tumblr like the typical fucking Nineteen year old that I was.

I was eventually forced out of Tumblr'land when Goin Down by The Pretty Reckless started blaring from my phone as loud as a motherfucker. I set my Coffee down on my bedside table and reached over to answer it.

"Hello?"
"Hey you, we had plans today." Brian's voice teased from the other end.
"I know, I know." I grumbled, rubbing my eyes as I still hadn't quite woken up yet. "I'm feeling so shit ya know? It's kinda hard to get motivated."
"Rough night?" He asked.
I let out a deep sigh; "Oh, you have no idea."
"Do you want me to come over there instead?" He suggested.
"If it's not too much trouble? I really don't wanna go out, I don't think I'm ready to be out yet, it's too hard, too many memories of him around the place..."
"Hey, it's cool, I get it, you don't have to explain yourself to me." I could almost see the understanding smile on his face. "I'll be around in about an hour."
"Okay, looking forward to it."
"And Ruby?"
"Yes?"
"Smile, you mopey cunt." He laughed.
" You're a dick, Bri." I laughed. "Take it easy."
"You too, Rubez."

Well, that was convenient; I didn't have to go anywhere. Still, I figured at the very least I could shower anyway and make myself look decent. I set my laptop to Sleep, pushed it aside and closed the lid and heaved my lazy ass up off the bed.

I sauntered into the bathroom, stripped down and stepped into the shower. The hot water on my back was soothing, and I closed my eyes, leaning my arms against the tiled wall as it cleansed me.

But sadly, we all know that shower time is the time when all your emotions click into hyper drive, and I found myself dwelling on Jack. I thought back to the day we had met, when I'd been too shy to talk to him, that first kiss, the courage it had taken me to pull his face to mine, the first night we spent together.

As my emotions took their toll on my body, I shuddered as the tears began to fall. I hated this, every single fucking day. Tears, tears, tears, Anxiety, Depression, it was bullshit. He'd already moved on three months ago, yet my stupid little heart couldn't shut off my feelings for him.

Tired and defeated, though clean, I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in my pink and white skull print towel, I headed back into my room. Just as I slipped into my underwear and buttoned up my Skeleton Onesie that I practically lived in these days, I heard a knock at the door.

I crept through the house, which was silent and still and a kind of solace for me now that I lived alone, and opened the front door. I wasn't expecting what I found there.

"Hey." Brian smiled.
"H-Hi." I stuttered.

The last time I had seen him he was scrawny as a motherfucker, his body a clean, untouched canvas, and he dressed in hand-me-down jeans and t-shirts from his father. He was only a head or so taller than me, and his hair was only just past his ears.

The Brian that stood in front of me now was much, much different. He now towered over me at 5ft, 9. He was broad shouldered and really muscular, his long dark brown, practically black hair had grown down past his shoulders. He was dressed in a tight fitting black tank that read "Sin, Sin, Sin" under a black leather jacket, tight smoky black jeans with two different studded belts holding them up, and chains hanging down over his thighs. A double chain necklace hung around his neck, with some kind of medallion thing hanging from it.

Wow.

"Long time no see." He grinned.
"Yeah... no shit." I smiled nervously.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Mmm hmm." I nodded, biting the back of my bottom lip inside of my mouth so he wouldn't notice. "You look... different."
"Well, it has been practically two years, Rubez." He smirked. "A lot's changed in that time." He winked at me with one eyeliner rimmed eye.
"No shit." I laughed, lightly tugging at the ends of his hair. "Nice Ink." I commented, grabbing his hand; Malboro, his favourite brand of Cigarettes, was written across his knuckles.
"Cheers." He bit his lip. "So." He tapped the doorframe. "You gonna let me in?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"Y-Yeah." I smiled, turning away quickly and hiding behind hair as my face flushed just as bright a red as my hair itself.

He followed me into the kitchen and sat at the bar as I went to my fridge and pulled out a bottle of Smirnoff Ice Red for myself.

"You want a Beer?" I asked him, leaning against the fridge door.
"I won't say no." He smiled.

Fuck, his teeth are so white, and so straight...

"Here." I said as I set the bottle down in front of him.
"Thanks, Skelly-girl." He teased, opening it and taking a swig. "What's with the jumpsuit?"
"Onesie." I corrected him.
"Looks like a kids jumpsuit." He smirked.
"It's an Adult's Onesie."
"Jumpsuit." He repeated.
"Fuck you." I rolled my eyes. "It's warm, and you know I've wanted one since I was Sixteen."
"I know." He smiled. "Red hair looks good on you by the way."
"Oh?"
"Your hair was black last time I saw you."
"Oh, right." I frowned, looking down at my bottle. "It really has been a long time, hasn't it?"
"Rubez, don't even worry about it." Brian cooed, reaching over to place a comforting hand upon my own. "It wasn't your fault."
"Still, I should have stood up to Jack..."
"Hey, his paranoia was his own problem, it's not your fault." He reassured me.
"Hmm..."
"How're you holding up these days?" The look in his eyes was sincere.
"I still miss him..." I spoke, twirling the bottle in my hands. "Every day." I gulped, I didn't want to cry in front of Brian.

Brian let out a sigh, set down his bottle and got up from where he sat. He rounded the bar and came over to me, wrapping me up in a hug. His hugs felt different now, his newly built physique gave me more to hold onto, and holding onto him felt almost the same as holding onto Jack had as they had similar builds, though Brian was quite a bit more muscular.

I buried my face into his chest, trying my hardest to fight back the tears that threatened to flow from my eyes. I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat, took a deep breath, but none of it worked. The tears still came flowing out, and I let out a cry of sadness as my chest heaved.

"Ruby." Brian tightened his hold on me. "Don't cry, it's okay."
"I miss him, Bri, so fucking much!" I sobbed.
"I know." He stroked my hair. "I know, I know."
"It's not fair! I was so good to him!"
"You didn't deserve it, Rubez, he's an idiot."

I cried harder, shuddering in his arms, practically hyperventilating. It was so fucking pathetic, I was getting way too worked up and I knew it.

"Ruby, come on." Brian cooed, rubbing my back. "Calm down, or you're gonna have an Anxiety attack, relax." He pulled back and held me by my shoulders. "Look at me."
I stared at the floor as the tears kept flowing and my breaths remained frequent and strained.
"Look at me, Ruby." He shook me lightly, grasping my shoulders a little more firmly.
I looked up at him, biting my lip as I tried to relax.
"You need to calm down." He spoke sternly. "Breathe Ruby, breathe."
I listened, concentrating on slowing my breaths down as I kept my gaze locked with his.

After a few minutes it worked, and I was able to breathe more steadily, and I felt my heart slow down. Brian let me go and went out into the hallway, returning a moment later with a washcloth which he ran under the tap in my kitchen sink before wiping my face clean from the tears.

"You okay?" He asked.
"For now... I'm sorry, Bri..." I frowned. "That was ridiculous."
"How often does this happen to you?"
"Almost every day." I stared at the ground. "I hate it, Jack seriously broke me, I don't even know how to function anymore, he was the one who kept me calm."
Brian nodded in understanding, brushing a stray strand of hair out of my face.
"This house is too fucking empty without him, Bri." I spoke. "I was so used to waking up beside him or if he wasn't there, walking out into the lounge to find him playing X-Box or gaming on the Computer, now, I wake up alone every single day and the house is empty, I'm alone."
"And you keep getting these little mini Anxiety attacks each day?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"I don't think you should be alone right now." He said. "Can I ask you to come stay with me for awhile? Just so I can keep an eye on you? Just until things get better?"
"You'd do that?"
"Ruby, you're my best friend, I'd do anything for you." He sighed, and smiled tenderly. "Besides, me and the guys really miss you, and Demetria misses you too."
"Demi?" My eyes lit up. "I haven't seen her in forever!"
"There you go, a reason to smile." He grinned. "Go pack your bags, I'm taking you back to Orange County."

Notes

Comments

@Ghost-On-A-Sea-Of-Wine
I totally get where you are coming from! Hopefully inspiration comes along

VIISYNS VIISYNS
8/7/21

@VIISYNS
YOU'VE READ IT FIVE TIMES???
Omg, that's amazing!! And such a compliment
THANK YOU!!
I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated it in two fucking years shiiiit
I promise I still care about this story and I really do want to finish it eventually
I reckon once the guys put a new album out my inspiration will come back

Totally understand writers block having it myself but I sure hope there's an update soon. I love this story so much...this is my 5th time reading it <3

VIISYNS VIISYNS
3/4/21

@Holly
I'm tryingggg!!
I want more as much as you do, it's my brain that's not working with me here...

PLEASE UPDATE *CRIES*
THIS IS MY FAVORITE BRIAN STORY UP HERE


Holly Holly
4/25/19