she’d be crying.
“What the-” I closed my mouth, and shoved past her before closing the door.
“What did he do? What did he say?” My teeth were clenched.
She took a deep breath. “He said he’s getting married, Willow. He’s marrying some girl, and she’s not me.”
No one would understand Caitlyn and Brian’s relationship, but I understood. Caitlyn was in love with him. She thought Brian was her forever, and I had thought he could be. I just hadn’t known why Brian failed to pursue what was obviously his.
“There has to be a reason,” I whispered.
“No, Willow, it doesn’t make sense,” she shook her head.
“But he loves you . That should be a good enough reason to back out of whatever the hell this is,” I insisted.
I hadn’t tried to hug her because I had known that was not what she wanted. She hadn’t wanted anyone to hold her who wasn’t Brian right now.
Her hands flew to her forehead as she sat on the edge of her bed. “She has money, and she’s where he is. He’s settling. It doesn’t make sense in my head, but in logic it has to.”
“If you’re hinting at complicated as to what you two have, then you’re right , Caitlyn. But that doesn’t make it impossible. He’s being a pussy and you need to tell him that. Or someone else has to, if you won’t.”
She threw her beige pillow at me, and I let it fall to the floor. I was expressionless.
“I guess it’s not meant to be.”
“Horseshit,” I muttered.
“ Willow , I’m tired. I’m seriously tired of expecting something from him when it’s never going to happen.”
She sniffled. I grimaced. I wasn’t a relationship expert, or curly cue cupid by any means. I hadn’t known the right words to say to her.
“I need to contact Brian, apparently,” I pursed my lips. “If you’re tired, I’ll grab ahold of his neck for you.”
“Willow…”
“I am truthfully considering it. Who would he rather call his wife? Who would he marry? Is she a clothing-overrated model, or something? Does she have bodacious hips, or coconut titties? Or is Brian suddenly retarded?” I kicked her bedframe because I had to kick something. I was considering getting a plane ticket to Argentina, where he was supposedly located. I would have much rather kicked him in the ass.
“We have different plans,” she sighed. “It wouldn’t work. I'll resent him if I were to follow him. He’ll resent me if he were to follow me.”
She shrugged. “Or at least that’s what he claims. I told him I’d be happy as long as we were together. He said I’ll resent him if I follow him on tour, but I don’t see even the slightest bit of truth in that. It wouldn’t make sense for him to come here. I’m lost here. I wouldn’t want to leave you and Annette, but what I do for a living will eventually require travel. He refuses to give it a shot. It makes me wonder if he even loves me.”
“He loves you.” I went with the simplest response.
“But he’s marrying her.”
It was the second time she said that, and it made less of sense the second time.
“There is more to it, Caitlyn. He marrying someone that isn’t you has absolutely no logic behind it, unless he’s getting blackmailed. I doubt someone is pinning him into a marriage, because that shit doesn’t happen in real life. Brian doesn’t even have a defined jawline; he’s just a skinny drummer boy. He’s probably making it up, because he thinks you’re too good for him, which you are, but, he’s still retarded.” I explained my conclusion. Maybe she’d take it into perspective.
“Too good for him? Yeah, right,” she groaned. “None of it makes sense.”
She threw herself on her bed, and it made a thud sound.
I had heard mild knocking on the door behind me, and I stilled. “Yes, sweetie?” I asked loudly as a response to the knocking.
“I put my black dress on, mommy.” Her voice was clear, and it made me wonder if she had heard what Caitlyn and I were talking about.
I
“What the-” I closed my mouth, and shoved past her before closing the door.
“What did he do? What did he say?” My teeth were clenched.
She took a deep breath. “He said he’s getting married, Willow. He’s marrying some girl, and she’s not me.”
No one would understand Caitlyn and Brian’s relationship, but I understood. Caitlyn was in love with him. She thought Brian was her forever, and I had thought he could be. I just hadn’t known why Brian failed to pursue what was obviously his.
“There has to be a reason,” I whispered.
“No, Willow, it doesn’t make sense,” she shook her head.
“But he loves you . That should be a good enough reason to back out of whatever the hell this is,” I insisted.
I hadn’t tried to hug her because I had known that was not what she wanted. She hadn’t wanted anyone to hold her who wasn’t Brian right now.
Her hands flew to her forehead as she sat on the edge of her bed. “She has money, and she’s where he is. He’s settling. It doesn’t make sense in my head, but in logic it has to.”
“If you’re hinting at complicated as to what you two have, then you’re right , Caitlyn. But that doesn’t make it impossible. He’s being a pussy and you need to tell him that. Or someone else has to, if you won’t.”
She threw her beige pillow at me, and I let it fall to the floor. I was expressionless.
“I guess it’s not meant to be.”
“Horseshit,” I muttered.
“ Willow , I’m tired. I’m seriously tired of expecting something from him when it’s never going to happen.”
She sniffled. I grimaced. I wasn’t a relationship expert, or curly cue cupid by any means. I hadn’t known the right words to say to her.
“I need to contact Brian, apparently,” I pursed my lips. “If you’re tired, I’ll grab ahold of his neck for you.”
“Willow…”
“I am truthfully considering it. Who would he rather call his wife? Who would he marry? Is she a clothing-overrated model, or something? Does she have bodacious hips, or coconut titties? Or is Brian suddenly retarded?” I kicked her bedframe because I had to kick something. I was considering getting a plane ticket to Argentina, where he was supposedly located. I would have much rather kicked him in the ass.
“We have different plans,” she sighed. “It wouldn’t work. I'll resent him if I were to follow him. He’ll resent me if he were to follow me.”
She shrugged. “Or at least that’s what he claims. I told him I’d be happy as long as we were together. He said I’ll resent him if I follow him on tour, but I don’t see even the slightest bit of truth in that. It wouldn’t make sense for him to come here. I’m lost here. I wouldn’t want to leave you and Annette, but what I do for a living will eventually require travel. He refuses to give it a shot. It makes me wonder if he even loves me.”
“He loves you.” I went with the simplest response.
“But he’s marrying her.”
It was the second time she said that, and it made less of sense the second time.
“There is more to it, Caitlyn. He marrying someone that isn’t you has absolutely no logic behind it, unless he’s getting blackmailed. I doubt someone is pinning him into a marriage, because that shit doesn’t happen in real life. Brian doesn’t even have a defined jawline; he’s just a skinny drummer boy. He’s probably making it up, because he thinks you’re too good for him, which you are, but, he’s still retarded.” I explained my conclusion. Maybe she’d take it into perspective.
“Too good for him? Yeah, right,” she groaned. “None of it makes sense.”
She threw herself on her bed, and it made a thud sound.
I had heard mild knocking on the door behind me, and I stilled. “Yes, sweetie?” I asked loudly as a response to the knocking.
“I put my black dress on, mommy.” Her voice was clear, and it made me wonder if she had heard what Caitlyn and I were talking about.
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