Say the Last Goodbye

I sat in the passenger seat of my truck staring blnkly out the window at the passing scenery. The tension in my truck wouldn't subside. I could feel Brian's gaze on my face from time to time as we drove to Newport Beach.

"Are you still mad because I'm dragging you along to hang out with the band?" Brian was suppressing a laugh.

I stayed quiet, my mouth in a grimace.

"It's not like your my girlfriend or anything. They'll understand, I promise."

the first part of that statement hurt, deeply. oh shitt....not supposed to happen.....