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"Ryan are you okay?" I tapped lightly against his door and leaned forward so I could listen closely for any sign of movement behind the walls.

He'd disappeared halfway through the movie to empty his guts and I hadn't seen him since. It was also an excuse to leave the room after Brody and Rose started to sprawl across the couch in an unholy manner.

At least their date went well.

"Come in," I heard a thick groggy voice call.

I slowly pulled the door open, peering around the frame. The first image that caught my attention was a sweaty shirtless Ryan lying on a mattress. His eyes red and his face a sickly pale. He lifted his head up and forced a weak smile when he saw me.

"You okay?" I felt my brows pinch together. I hope he hadn't caught a sickness bug, "Do you want some mint tea? It's supposed to help with your stomach,"

"It's fine. I'm not sick. I just have an intolerance to gore." He let out a nervous laugh and raked his hands through his matted blonde locks. I ignored the way his muscles flexed when he brought his hand up and focused my attention on his face.

"I wouldn't have guessed," I teased taking a step forward and gently closing the door behind me with a click.

"I was that kid that fainted during science when you had to dissect a frog,"

"Don't worry. I was the kid that accidentally dropped the frog," I laughed, leaning my back against the wall. I tried to discreetly scan his room.

His bedroom walls were painted light blue and endless amounts of cardboard boxes were scattered around the large space. A few mainstream band posters were tapped up on the walls and I smiled at the large portrait of Brody, Ryan and their parents in what seemed to be wedding attire.

It was surprising to see a genuine smile on Brody's face. I always assumed he was brooding twenty four seven. I even questioned whether that was a twin rather than the walking thunder cloud currently situated downstairs.

"I told him I'd give him ten bucks if he smiled." My eyes quickly lifted from the picture and focused on Ryan. His lips were curled up into a smile and a look of sweet remembrance on his face.

I raised a brow, "He didn't demand more?"

"Yeah he did but we settled for ten or else I'd tell his Dad that he slept with half the waiting staff,"

My eyes widened, "He slept with half the waiting staff?"

That had to be at least ten people.

"Yep, He had quite a busy day."

"I can imagine." I mumbled shaking my head to get the image out.

"It was fun though," I cocked a brow and he quickly added "The wedding that is, not Brody's sexual habits,"

"I'm not really shocked that you had to bribe him," I chuckled, thinking about how painful it was for Brody to do something for someone else out of the kindness of his heart.

"You should have seen him when my Aunt Nora asked him to dance, I thought he was going to kill her,"

"That's because if he even tried to dance it would put others in danger,"

"You know him pretty well don't you?" I shot my head towards Ryan quite startled by his question. He was now staring at me with curiosity etched in his features.

Did I know Brody?

I had spent most of my life resenting him and cursing his existence to then sleep with him to then go back to resenting him again.

But that didn't mean I knew him. I didn't know the specific details of Brody's life. I didn't know his favorite color or what song he listened to when he was sad or whether he even liked music. I had no idea what he did outside of school, his likes, his dislikes – other than myself of course.

When I took a moment to think about it, I didn't really know Brody Jackson at all.

And it bugged me, more than it should have.

I paused before answering truthfully trying to hide the disappointment in my tone "Not really,"

"It seems like it with the way you behave," Ryan shrugged and I moved closer to him, sitting on the edge of his mattress curious as to what he was suggesting.

We both insulted each other every chance that we got.

How did that portray a friendship?

Maybe Ryan was delusional from being traumatized because of the movie.

"I don't know just seems it," Ryan brushed the topic away and I wondered whether it was deliberate or not "We should watch a movie again sometime preferably not a horror,"

My lips curled up into a smile at his subtle way of asking me out "I'd like that"

"Me too"

His blue eyes found mine softening as he scrutinized my features. He hesitated before leaning forward leaving little space between us. He slowly lifted a hand up and stroked my cheek, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. The look in his eye made me think he was going to kiss me, so I was surprised when he placed his hand in his lap and leaned back against the wall carefully watching my face.

"You don't have any feelings for Brody do you?"

My eyes widen at his question and it took me a while to form a response.

Where did that come from?

I didn't like the boy as a friend and I sure as hell had no romantic feelings towards him.

Of course, sexually there were some emotions but that was the way my body reacted to him, not my mind.

But then my thoughts went to those forbidden emotions that liked to appear at random times when around or thinking about Brody. I still had no idea what they represented and I hoped to god it wasn't what I dreaded. I also couldn't understand the reasonings for my random kiss earlier.

Maybe it was the estrogen. I have no idea.

But it couldn't be having feelings for Brody. Even thinking about it burnt through my skull.

I realized I had taken an abnormal amount of time to respond so I let the words rush out of my mouth "None at all,"

Ryan eyed me suspiciously for a few moments and I scolded myself for sounding guilty. I shouldn't have had to think about the answer. There could only be one answer.

No, I did not have feelings for Brody.

"I didn't want to ask you earlier but how are you feeling about Augustus?"

"Augustus?" I raised a brow at the serious expression on his face. I was also relieved that he'd diverted the topic, no longer wanting to discuss his brother.

"Augustus waters? The guy you knew who died,"

At the realization of who he was referring to I bit my lip to repress the laughter bubbling in my chest.

I'd drunk watched The Fault In Our Stars yet again.

*•*•*

I clung to the blanket wrapped firmly around my frame as I swayed in and out of consciousness. I was currently laying on Jackson's couch because  Ryan had offered me to stay overseeing as he didn't want me home alone afraid I'd drink the dreaded Pina Colada again and go on a rampage.

I couldn't sleep from overthinking about the questions Ryan had asked. The fact I couldn't answer straight away didn't settle well with me. If you had asked me a month ago the same question I would have answered within a heartbeat.

So why was it different now?

I was so lost in my thoughts that I had not realized I was not alone.

A dark silhouette flashed in my line of sight and I let out a yelp as I felt a heavyweight press onto my stomach. Instantly the weight was lifted and I heard a crashing sound on the floor. I jolted up and squinted in the dim lighting of the room focusing my attention on the figure sprawled across the ground.

The moonbeams shone through the parted curtains illuminating Brody's startled face and disheveled hair. I let out a sigh of relief knowing it was him rather than an ax murderer.

I'm not too sure what was worst.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He spat, pulling himself off the ground and straightening the sweatshirt and pajama bottoms he sported. I stifled at the sight of the cartoon characters embedded in the fabric and formed a response.

"Ryan said I could stay,"

He let out a harsh breath and ran his fingers through his hair "He could have told me,"

"I didn't realize you were his parent," I said dryly ignoring the death glare sent my way.

"I'm not his parent" He growled "But if I'd known you were sleeping down here I would have stayed upstairs,"

I internally winced at his words. It hurt that he would have purposely avoided me.

"Well I'm here," I started masking my hurt with annoyance. He could not know his words had affected me.

"I know you are, so move over,"

Before I could protest Brody pushed me aside and sat in the cleared space beside me.

"Can't you go somewhere else?" I moaned rubbing my temple and ignoring the feeling of his thigh bruising against mine.

"No, this is my house," He retorted back and I rolled my eyes at his childish response.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

He hesitated before answering "I can't sleep,"

I peeked at his face, finding his lips curled downwards and his brown eyes were tired. He stared off into space and I knew I shouldn't press him further.

I knew that look all too well.

"So you decided to come to annoy me?" I nudged him playfully trying to ease the emotions battling in his eyes. He turned to face me, replacing the frown with his signature smirk and I gulped knowing it meant trouble.

"I've decided that we are going to do something very fun,"

Oh lord, why didn't I just play dead?

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