Brian winced, shocked at how mad Johnny was. He couldn't blame the guy, though, trying to push his temper back down. "Low blow, dude!"
"Not like you don't deserve it," Johnny muttered, knowing if the tables were turned, he'd be pissed, too.
"Yeah, I know. And you're right, you're absolutely right." Sitting back down on the bench, Brian put his head in his hands. "I have no right to be pissed at Zack, or Matt, I did it first." It still hurt, though, a lot. He didn't even want to think about what Matt and Zack were doing right then, the thought made him want to puke.
Johnny sighed, taking the empty seat next to Brian. "I don't even know why I'm here, I'm still really pissed at you."
"You have every right to be, so does Zack. I can't believe he's even still talking to me! It's more than I deserve, right now." Brian kept his eyes on the ground, pulling out a packet of cigarettes.
"Just stop, okay!" Brian startled at the bassist's raise of voice, head snapping up in confusion. "Just stop with the 'woe is me' act. You got yourself into this mess, you! Stop trying to blame your past or other people, it's your fault, nobody else's!"
Brian breathed in deep, the last thing he wanted was to argue with Johnny. "Way a kick a man when he's down, Christ." Mumbling around his cigarette, he rolled his eyes at the look of exasperation on the bassist's face. "Alright, fine! You wanna know what made me so fucked up? I'll fucking tell you!"
Getting to his feet, Brian paced, sucking greedily on his smoke. "I had to watch my parents go through the shittiest, messiest divorce, ever! I'd watch my father, go out, night after night, coming home, stinking of booze and different women. My mother, laying into him, the second he stepped through the door. Neither of them giving a shit about the little boy upstairs that cried his goddamn eyes out." Pacing, he stopped to crush the butt in his fingers, lighting up another smoke. "They eventually separated, me shuffling back and forth between their new houses, gradually getting more and more fucked up. The day I left home, I made a vow to myself. I would never put myself through that, not ever. But then, Zack came along, and turned my whole world upside down." He stopped to think of the green eyed boy that had wormed his way into his heart, shaking his head. "I got scared, thinking that eventually, Zack would get bored of me. So I fucked everything up before that could happen. Jimmy was just collateral damage." Sparing a look to the bassist, he cringed at his next sentence. "I knew Jimmy was in love with me, and I used that to my advantage. I will never forgive myself for that. He's my best friend, and I fucked him over, good and proper."
Brian kept to himself, how the drummer had come to develop feelings for him, thinking Johnny didn't need to hear that. "When I first met Jimmy, we were fourteen years old. He and I, we hit it off instantly, sharing a love of music and other weird stuff." He snorted at the memory of their first meeting, shaking his head with a grin on his face. "We clicked. Became best friends overnight. So I went to him when things got tough at home, let him hold me when I wanted to just end it. He became my safety net, my rock. I knew that he would never leave me, so I latched onto that. I regret what we did, to you, to Zack. I regret that my best friend got caught up in this whole mess. So excuse me for feeling sorry for myself, but the guy I like, the guy I was slowly starting to fall for, is on that tour bus right now, doing god only knows what with our best friend!" He spat, slumping back to the bench, letting out a sob. Wiping his eyes, he huffed out a breath, staring up into the night sky. "I hate what I've become," he whispered, guilt eating away at him. "I hate that I'm just like my father, that I'm letting their dysfunctional relationship fuck up the only good thing that's ever happened to me."
(Sorry for the essay XD)
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June 23rd, 2014 at 10:16pm