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Almost Easy

Chapter Twenty-Seven: One Day

John and I had been dealing with press interviews for most of the afternoon and by 7:00, I was tired of talking to people. There’s something about being grilled about your life and about your music that exhausts you. I figured I’d have to get used to it if I planned to be successful in the industry.
“We should eat,” John said as we exited a ritzy magazine’s front lobby. “I’m starving.”
“I could eat,” I shrugged.
John and I didn’t typically hang out—not on our own, anyway. We mostly kept things to a group setting but given the opportunity, I didn’t see a problem with some one-on-one bonding. After all, I was in the market for a new friend.
We picked out a nearby diner, it seemed quiet and quaint; a perfect situation for my current mood. I assumed John was feeling about the same.
The waitress sat us a table in the corner, dropping menus off and taking a quick drink order. I was, by no means, feeling like alcohol consumption was in my best interested so I opted for a soda. John went straight for the liquor.
“Good reactions to the Synyster Gates news,” John said absently as he perused the menu.
I nodded, “For sure. I’m interested to see what kind of attention Avenged Sevenfold will get as a result. They’re going to be fielding questions about us left, right, and center I bet.”
John considered this briefly, “It’s not a terrible connection for either of us.”
“I didn’t mean it was a bad thing.”
“Sorry,” he laughed, “I’m fucking tired.”
The waitress returned promptly with our drinks but we demanded more time to make a meal selection. She was a little too efficient if you ask me.
“What’re you thinking?” John asked. “I feel like a steak.”
“So get a steak,” I smiled. “I’m going to stick with the classics: a burger.”
“Do you eat anything else?” he chuckled. “Every time I see you eat, it’s a fucking cheeseburger.”
“I like cows,” I shrugged.
The waitress returned to fetch our orders. John ordered a steak rare, which made me queasy. Why anyone would want to eat something that was still bleeding on their plate was beyond me.
“So,” John sighed once our waitress had disappeared again, “how are things at your camp? Hanging in there still?”
“It’s fine,” I said slowly. “Nothing new to report.”
“We haven’t really talked about it…the Tyler thing.”
I squinted my eyes at him, “We’ve talked about it.”
“Not really,” John argued carefully. “Is it on purpose? That we haven’t talked about it?”
“Maybe subconsciously,” I answered uncomfortably. “I don’t know what there is to talk about.”
“Does anyone know why?”
Normally this question would instantly enrage me. It drove me nuts. What was I, a psychic? Did I somehow hold all knowledge of the inner workings of Tyler’s mind? But with John, it was different. He knew Tyler. He deeply cared for Tyler. He wasn’t asking to be a nosy son of a bitch; he was asking because on some level, he felt partly responsible. We all felt responsible.
I know I did, anyway.
“No,” I replied honestly. “I really don’t know what tipped him over…I’d tell you if I could.”
“I know,” he half-pouted. “It just fucking sucks.”
I nodded, averting my eyes from him, “It does.”
And that’s when I saw him. Brian tucked away in the corner with his back to me. Some brunette woman sitting across from him, giggling and batting her eyelashes.
My stomach flipped and I felt like I make projectile vomit all over the restaurant. Jimmy’s words rang in my head—he’s a casual encounter kind of guy.
Now, some people might be less aggressive than I and just let it go, waited to see how it played out. I, however, didn’t roll like that. I was an approach-head-on kind of girl.
“Excuse me for a second,” I said to John, my eyes still locked on the back of Brian’s head.
I marched myself over to his table and placed a hand on his shoulder as I spun myself around to face him. He looked genuinely shocked to see me.
“Hey,” I said cockily. “How’s it going?”
He looked stunned, “Hey.”
I looked to the woman who was giving me the look of absolute hate and what-the-fuckness. This only enraged me more. However, I wasn’t immature enough to make a full on scene.
“I see you’re feeling better,” I said through grit teeth.
He nodded, “Yeah.”
I forced a smile and patted him, maybe a little too hard, on the shoulder, “I just wanted to say hi. I’ll catch up with you later.”
I stormed away and past John, flashing my pack of cigarettes at him on my way past—I was angry but I wasn’t an asshole. As much as I wanted to leave, I knew that I couldn’t. Once I was out in the street, I lit a cigarette and practiced my deep breathing.
“Blair,” Brian’s voice barked behind me.
I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath before turning around.
“What the fuck?” he snapped at me.
“What the fuck what?” I snapped back.
He looked at me sternly, “What was that about?”
I didn’t flinch, “Sorry to have embarrassed you.”
“You didn’t embarrass me,” he sounded confused. “You are acting like a psycho, though.”
“I’m not acting like a psycho,” I said with a psychotic snarl. “I’m just surprised to see you with another woman, I guess.”
“Great,” he groaned. “You’re the jealous type, huh.”
“Not usually,” I said seriously.
He raised an eyebrow, “Well lucky me, I guess.”
“Who is she?” I asked then, taking a long drag of my cigarette.
“She’s just a friend,” he said but I couldn’t tell if he was being truthful.
I nodded, “I bet.”
“What is this about?” he pressed. “You hang out with other guys all day long. What’s the problem?”
“I’m not described as a casual relationship type of person,” I noted stubbornly.
He ran his fingers through his hair, “Are you kidding? We’re back on that?”
Part of me wanted to go back in time and replay the whole scenario very differently. Even if Brian was up to no good, I was the one coming off like a fucking twat. I seriously disliked how badly I wanted to stab that woman. What was this?
“Jimmy said—”
“Oh for fuck’s sakes,” Brian growled. “I knew that was going to come up.”
“He told you?”
He nodded, making some serious angry eye contact with me, “Of course he told me. Jimmy’s a fucking idiot. Don’t ever listen to Jimmy.”
“It’s interesting timing,” I argued. “Don’t you think?”
“No,” he replied angrily. “That woman in there is completely unimportant. She’s a friend. Is this going to be a thing, Blair? I can’t hang out with anyone else with a set of tits without you flying off the handle?”
“I am hardly flying off the handle,” I defended.
He sighed out of pure frustration, “I’m not doing anything wrong. It’s fucked up that you don’t trust me.”
“I don’t do that.”
“Do what?” he moaned.
“Trust people,” I said simply.
Brian subtly relented then. His muscles seemed to relax, even if just a tiny bit. He looked at me sadly and took a deep breath.
“Blair,” he sighed. “If this is going to work, you’re going to have to learn to trust me.”
I was still angry about the woman.
“Our lives are going to make for a lot of time apart,” he continued. “If we can’t trust each other, then it’s never going to work.”
He had a point.
“Would you have told me?” I asked numbly, breathing the nicotine through my nose. “About having dinner with her?”
“Yes,” he said and I could hear his sincerity. “I was actually planning to swing by your place as soon as I was done here.”
“And she’s a friend,” I reiterated, trying to cool my jets.
I’d never been a jealous person. I know a lot of people say that but don’t mean it; but I mean it. I’d literally never been jealous of anyone for anything. I’d had men cheat on me and I still didn’t care one way or another.
But with Brian, the mere sight of him with some stranger was enough to drive me over the edge. That couldn’t be a good thing.
“She’s a friend,” he assured me. “But I’m going to tell you right now, I won’t put up with that shit.”
I stood my ground—even though I was pretty embarrassed.
“If you wanted me to introduce you,” he continued sternly. “I would have. You didn’t exactly give me the opportunity.”
“Okay,” I finally said with great reluctance.
He looked me over once more, visually absolving me of his rage. He took a step toward me and plucked my cigarette from his lips.
“I told you,” he said lowly, “I’m not going to fuck you over.”
I wanted to believe him. I really, really did. But I was obviously hatching some foreign issues and I truly didn’t know what that meant for myself. I wasn’t sure I liked this hold Brian had on me.
Maybe I was acting psycho.
“So what,” I said limply, “we go back inside and I watch you have dinner with her?”
“I think that’s pretty much shot,” he laughed awkwardly. “I’ll get rid of her.”
“I’m with John,” I told him oddly.
He squinted, “I’m not even going to touch that. We’ve reached a resolution here, right?”
I nodded.
“Then I’ll get rid of her,” he said again, handing me back my cigarette. “I’ll come join you guys.”
“I’m sorry,” I said because it felt like I should.
He shrugged, “Maybe I should have told you beforehand…Let’s never do this again.”
“I don’t mean to act like a psychopath,” I blushed.
He smirked, “It’s fine, Blair. It just means you like me, I guess.”
“I’m embarrassed,” I confessed. “Maybe I like you too much. I’ve never acted like this before…with anyone….ever.”
He smiled softly, “There’s no such thing as liking someone too much.”
“Spoken like a true stalker,” I joked.
“I think that one day I might love you,” he said and it made my heart stop.
I didn’t know what to say to that.
He could sense that and he pulled me in close to him, “Let’s not fuck it up. I’ll tell you about shit like this in the future and you won’t have to storm over and make me look a fucking asshole.”
“You did look like an asshole,” I agreed lightly. “And I look like a crazy bitch. We make a good team.”
He did what he said. He got rid of the wench—much to my delight, she didn’t even fight him. If a woman doesn’t get offended by you asking her to leave, it’s clearly not a date. Which means that I’d been a jealous freak for no reason. I was deeply ashamed but also humbled by Brian’s ability to look past it.
He’d been unwarrantedly jealous before too. Maybe that was why I was absolved so easily—fuck, Brian had shoved his best friend. Granted, that was a kiss and this was a dinner…but it was the same idea.
Clearly we were both a little nuts about each other. I decided it could be a good thing.
After all, he might love me one day.



Notes


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6/18/19

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5/13/19

Only on chapter 6 but I bloody love it already lol

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3/27/19

Ok, time for a re read on this one now :D
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