I jumped up and something heavy hit the floor with an audible thump.
I looked down.. the fat, lazy ass remote controller. I looked up and into the watermelon green eyes that could only pout like a certain girl- Brandy.
They were rimmed with bits of black mascara and red puffyness. She dragged me into the coldfloored kitchen.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and smoothing out the crinkles in my day clothes. How did I fall asleep in these?
“I’m leaving.” She sniffed dramatically, but I knew this time.. was different. Real, somehow.
“Wh- Brandy, no. Please, just-” My eyelids were drooping.
“No. Tom drove all the way out here to see you and I want to see him. I need to somehow proove it to him.”
I sighed. “Yea, but Brandy, are you sure? I mean, he came all the way here and it was kind of a waste because it didn’t work out and we’re both okay.. I just.. I don’t want you to get broken and and an- shattered.”
She bit her thumbnail.
“I’ll be okay,” she said nodding to herself.