Ahh...another chapter...how fucking SWEET life is today!
DISCLAIMER: Alright, who told you?! I'm sorry! I locked them up, i'm sorry. ::calls out to closet door:: The jig is up guys! You can all come out the closet now...Just kidding! No, I don't own the damn guys. Now look what you did?! You made me all upset. ::sigh::
The Next Day-Chapter 2
My head pounded. My heart was broken. My life shattered into pieces. My soul crushed. Everything I had ever loved had slapped me right in the face. All I was was now gone forever. He didn't love me. The words resounded in my head bitterly. I never thought I would have to ever say those words again. He didn't love me. Then it was all guessing, trying to figure out if he loved me. Now I knew the answer. It was all...actually, what was it? Didn't he love me at least once? Why her? It could have been anyone else. I could accept someone who was nice and caring and loved him like he loved her...but no. He picked LeighAnne.
My hatred for her started when his 'love' started, on the set of 'As Long As You Love Me'. God I hated that song now...Anyway, back then I was having doubts about myself. The usual 'I'm-not-gay-and-in-love-with-Brian'. I think it's the first sign that you ARE gay, you know? She annoyed the hell out of me. She called me a 'spoiled little brat'. She also called me 'immature' and 'dumb blonde'. Most people think I'm dumb, but it's all an act. I didn't want to go on Who Wants to be a Millionaire for nothing. Oh no, I could answer those questions. I used to actually read Encyclopedias as a kid for crying out loud. Dumb blonde. Here's an insult for you, just let me get my middle finger ready. Stupid silicone-infested slut. Why Brian? Why?
I sank into my pillow, letting a few tears fall into it. I had calmed down since AJ had came in an hour ago. I looked at him now as he slept. Such a weird guy. Looks like he was my best friend now. Without Brian, he was all I had left. I smiled, taking off his sunglasses. He looks better without them, really. The guy was my idol. He had such a sorry childhood and not to mention a bad adulthood and he still proudly holds his head up high. What a guy. Wish I could just do the same. I got up from the bed I was laying on and looked out the window. Real life is nothing like the movies. When Brian dumped me, which I'm now calling it, it was a warm, sunny day. A perfect day for such an imperfect moment. Now the sky was filling up with clouds and it was going to be dark soon. For some crazy reason I had a thought about actually living without Brian. Maybe I could move on too. I needed to show him that I could move on from him. That I could rise up from what he did to me and find someone new, someone who really loved me. I smiled really big, for the first time in days. I was tired of laying around and feeling sorry for myself. Now, I wasn't over Brian, not yet. But once I was, who knows what I could do? Maybe we could even be friends again. That would be something amazing. I jumped up, turning back to AJ. I gently shook him awake.
"Who died?" AJ asked, stirring from his deep sleep. I smiled, and AJ raised an eyebrow. "What happened? Get laid?" He asked. I laughed, and AJ sat up slowly.
"AJ, I think it's time I went out for some fun." I told him, getting my car keys from my pocket and jiggling them a little for effect. AJ smiled, shaking his head.
"No gay bars. Your my dog and everything, and I accept your sexuality, but AJ needs loving too." He said, flashing me a sly smile.
"I can see that you're a little frisky." I said, glancing downward toward the bulge in his pants. He blushed, using a pillow to hide it. I giggled, playfully trying to remove the pillow.
"You're going to be the death of me, blondie." AJ said, and for once I noticed something strange in his eyes. I had no idea what I saw, but it seemed so true and genuine that I didn't mind seeing it.
"Booty call?" I asked, using our old term for going out to get a date.
"Booty call." He agreed, pulling me in for a quick squeeze. We jumped up from the bed and went to his car, jumping in Dukes of Hazard style, and roaring off toward our club.