𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 - 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑

-ch. 30-

-Brady POV!!-

I was walking to Gwen's house because I really wanted to see her after the party. I knocked and Finney opened the door.

"Oh. It's you."

"What did I do?" I gasped.

"Finney leave him alone-" I heard Gwen say.

I looked behind him and she waved. I wanted to wave back, but Finney stood in front of me.

"Finney!" Gwen groaned.

"Any funny business, and I'll-"

"Don't be a jackass." She sighed.

Then her dad came behind Finney, and I knew I was doomed. I sighed.

"Yeah, no funny business."

"You guys are being so lame..." Gwen hissed, moving past them.

"Wanna come to the rave?"

"Ye-!"

"Absolutely not." Finney gave me a stern look.

Gwen turned and she must've given him a look because he did it back. "Let's go!" She said when turning to me, smiling. She ran to the car and I followed, getting into the passenger seat.

"You better not get in that car, Gwendolyn."

She turned to them, got into the car while still looking at them just to spite them, shutting the door.

"Drive." She said, knowing we have practically the same dad but different bodies.

"What?"

"Drive!"

I drove off, her laughing. "He's gonna be so pissed..."

"In case I die from your father murdering me..."

"Tell your brother you love him, I know." She smiled.

But what I really wanted to say was "I love you".

"Hm..." She stared at me.

"Wha-?" I stopped the car at the stop light.

"Who's bandana is that?"

"What do you mean-?"

"Around your neck...It's got a bit of blood on it. Did you hurt yourself?"

"Oh, no..." I stared at the road, remembering Griffin.

"It's Griffin's."

"Oh. Well it's nice you kept it."

"Yeah..." I just stared forward, driving at a normal pace.

"If you don't mind me asking...Do you ever miss him?"

"Oh yeah...Many times. There are times when I don't do anything but stare at the wall...Or worse."

"Worse?"

"Yeah...You don't wanna know what worse is."

Worse was when I was fifteen and Vance found me high on the floor of the living room giggling at the look on his face when he pulled my arm and sat me up because I refused to get up.

-1983-

"You look funny."

"Are there two of me?"

"Maybeee!"

"Are you high?"

"Noo!"

"What month is it?"

"I don't knowww! What month is it?"