You're Right That It's Wrong To Spend the Night Alone

"I'm not even kidding! It must've been this big!" Will's eyes were wide, holding his hands about a foot apart.

"Big shoe," Gabe commented.

"You know what they say about guys with big shoes," I added.

Gabe and Will both turned to look at me, their jaws dropped.

"They have big feet. Duh." I rolled my eyes, playing with the cheese on my pizza.

"Oh." Will giggled, picking a slice up.

Gabe and Travis just laughed.

Where is Brendon in this picture, you may ask?
Well, after we waited twenty minutes for him, I called him. That was when he decided something had come up and he couldn't make it. What, I don't know. But 'something'.
And being the third wheel wasn't as awkward as I thought it might be. It was more like we were all just hanging out-not a big deal. We actually invited Travis McCoy instead. So I guess we were the third and fourth wheels.

"So, yeah, when do we have to be back at the buses?" Gabe asked a minute later.

Travis looked down at his watch lazily. "Like two hours."

Will just nodded, taking another bite of pizza.

Dinner was uneventful. Boring, though. And I found myself wishing that Brendon had been there to liven things up.

"Mmm, hey, babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you know where my shoes are?"

"No. Did you check the fridge?"

"Yeah-what?!"

I giggled. "Kidding."

"Rawr." The curtain to my bunk swung open and I squealed as Brendon jumped on top of me, kissing all over my face.

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him softly.

He deepened it, moving his lips against mine softly.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth gently, pulling him even closer.
And then I pulled away.
"Ew, fuck, Bren, what the Hell do you taste like?"

He frowned back. "I dunno."

I thought for a minute, then coughed out, "Cigarettes."

"Oh."

"Brenny, are you smoking? That's disgusting, it'll give you cancer-"

"I'm not smoking."

"Then why do you taste like smoke?"

"I dunno, some of Marty's bandmates smoke, maybe that's why."

I frowned, shaking my head slowly. "Are you sure, Bren?"

"I'm not smoking. I'm not a dumbass."

"Anybody you kissed lately smoke?"

He looked hurt, but stayed silent.

"Fine."

We sat in silence for a minute, then he sighed. "I love you, Ry."

"I love you, too, Brendy."
And I buried myself in his arms.