By Chance | A flamingeos fanfic

18. Telling him the truth

"Why are you so nervous to tell him everything?" Brysen's asked me.

"Because when I tell him about Pennsylvania, I have to tell him we're going to see Connor," I stated.

"Um..Okay," Brysen said. He didn't see the problem.

"He's going to get mad because Connor's a boy," I said.

"Oh okay." 

"And I can't tell him about the short film because you and I have hella kissing scenes," I said.

"Okay hella? It's only like 7," He said.

"Yeah..in the matter of 32 minutes," I replied.

Brysen stopped the car. We were at Francisco's house. We walked up to the door and knocked on it. 

Francisco opened the door "You're late," He said walking into the living room.

"Sorry. Kinda got caught up in something," I said closing the door following him.

"Are you talking about bleo?" Francis asked.

"Who?" I responded.

"I was thinking the same thing," He said.

"Oop," Brysen said.

"Sorry. I've just been a little stressed out," Francisco admitted.

"A little?" I asked. "It's fine."

Francisco sat on the couch and gestured us to join him.

"Okay so why did you call this meeting and why the hell is Brysen here?" I asked.

"Ouch," Bry said.

"Brysen is here because I knew you would need a ride," Francisco said.

"Damn." I laughed.

"You just messed up for that one," Brysen told him.

"No but you guys are really here because I need opinions and I have to make sure nobody cancels last minute," Francis explained.

"Well opinions on what?" I asked.

"Like location and things," He replied.

After giving our opinions Francisco was making sure nobody would cancel.

"Courtney is Treeo okay with you doing the short film?" Francisco asked.

"First of all, his name is Geo."

"That's what I said but okay," Francisco chuckled.

"And second of all, I sort of haven't told him yet." 

"What do you mean you haven't told him yet?" Francisco asked.

"It's never came up," I said.

"Ugh oh my gosh," Francisco rubbed his forehead. "Call him," He told me.

"What?" I questioned.

He handed me my phone, "Call him right now."

"I'm not calling anyone," I yelled.

"I'll call him," Brysen bounced out of his seat.

"You fucking..." I was about to say.

"Are you sure you don't want to call him? It would be much better coming from you," Francisco said.

I didn't respond and Brysen started looking through his contacts. He was just about to press talk.

"FINE! I'll fucking call him. Jeez," I said.