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I'm in the middle of a Fast and Furious marathon when my phone buzzes with an incoming text. I smile, thinking it's Beau because he and his dad are meeting with some investors. Beau's dad is trying to get his son's hands wet a little since Beau will take over one day, but Beau isn't happy about it at the moment. My smile fades as I look at the screen, though. I sit straight up on the couch, staring at Brock's name before clicking on his message.
B: Hey…
ME: Hey…
B: Can we talk?
ME: Sure…
B: I miss you.
ME: I miss you too. Are you home now?
B: Yeah…
ME: Ok…be there soon.
I jump up from the couch and run up to my room to put some actual clothes on. I don't dress fancy or anything, just a pair of skinny jeans, a tank, and a flannel thrown over it. It's only Brock, after all. Grabbing my keys, I pocket my phone and head out to my car.
Excitement drums through me at the thought of making up with Brock. I wasn't lying when I said I had missed him. I think I'm in a decent place where I don't have to worry about breaking down and using. Brock will respect my decision if I tell him I'm getting clean.
"Hey, Ry." Brock pulls me into a hug and nuzzles my neck. "I've missed you, girl."
I hug him back just as tight. "I've missed you too, Brock."
When I pull back, he looks me up and down. "Something is different about you…"
Looking down at myself, I'm not sure what he means, so I chuckle, "You need to lay off the candy, buddy. You're beginning to see things." I lightly punch him in the arm.
Brock also looks a little different, but I won't mention it because I can't pinpoint exactly what it is. He's wearing a pair of black distressed skinny jeans with tears in the knees and his favorite AC/DC t-shirt. His black Converse, like mine, have seen better days, but that's what makes them so comfy.
"Want a drink?" Brock's voice breaks through my thoughts.
"Water would be great." I take the bottle from him as he pulls it from the fridge. "Thanks."
He nods towards the door. "You drove over here. Does that mean we aren't going to play?"
I study him for a moment as I bring the water bottle to my lips and take a drink. I'm a bit disappointed that he's yet to say he's sorry. It's like he's trying to pick everything back up as if nothing ever happened.
"Yeah, I mean, no… I'm not here to play…"
"Awe..." He walks over and grabs me around the waist, pulling me against him. "It's been too long, Ry. I'm sure you need your fix just like I need my Ryan fix…" He kisses my neck. Suddenly, I'm feeling very uncomfortable.
The first thing I do is think of Beau. It's not that we are together or anything, but he's been there for me for the past couple of weeks. I'm getting clean because of him, and yes…I would like to see if our budding friendship can grow into something more. The decision is on me, because I already know that Beau wants it to.
I pull back and place my hand on his chest. "Brock, I'm trying to get clean…"
He jerks his head back and really studies me. "Seriously? Why did Manny tell me that you came by and bought some of your own?"
Putting a little distance between us, I lean against the counter. "That's because I did buy some from him," I scoff. "That was a waste of two hundred dollars. I never got one pill from the batch."
"Fuck, were you robbed?" he asks incredulously.
I chuckle as I remember how Beau did indeed steal them from me, but I don't tell Brock that part. "Let's just say that someone took them from me and has been helping me get clean."
"So, how long has it been?" Brock looks at me skeptically, like he doesn't believe me.
"Since that night…" I let my words trail off.
