[chapter eight]
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Oh yes. It's Awkward Conversation Time once again.
I bumped into Brendan in the parking lot, which was weird. We used to see each other for hours every day, and the last few weeks I've hardly seen him at all.
I never thought I would forget a single detail of his face, but in these last few weeks, he's gotten fuzzy in my mind. And I'm not sure I like that.
Anyway, we run into each other and make nice in what has to be the most awkward conversation known to man.
"So." Bren said. "How's it going?"
"Ducky." I say with a Mary Sunshine smile on my face. "You?"
Bren rambles on about the car, some sponsor function and about a meeting at Rusty's before he trails off and looks at me woefully. "Sorry." He said. "Nervous habit."
"What is?" I asked.
"Rambling on and on about inconsequential shit when I don't know what else to say."
We make more small talk, painfully and slowly and then Bren drops the bomb.
"So...you seeing anyone?" He asked.
I flinched without knowing it, because if he was asking ME, that means HE is seeing someone else, and wants an EASY way to work it into conversation.
"Oh, you know." I said airily. "Casually dating and all."
Brendan nods really slowly, and my heart does this weird shudder thing in my chest. "You?" I squeaked, and Brendan shrugged.
"You know. Casually dating."
I can't stand the thought of loving this man so much and spending my life fighting with him about EVERYTHING, but I can stand even less the thought of someone loving him as much as me.
Or him loving them as much as he used to love me.
Goddammit.