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To make me feel better in an aard situation

“Well, we’re all here and you’re not so…?” Brett asks, sounding hurt now His anger gives way to that feeling I knoell

Being stood up Counting on so the beforehand

I can tell by Brandon’s reaction that it’s unlike him, and I can’t help but feel responsible

Brandon’s huge hand on entle squeeze, and a fierce look froetfulness

Even if it is all because of me

“I’ve just co the suit altered It wouldn’t have been ready in ti to sound reasonable

“Fuck the suit, B We’re here in jeans and t-shirts It was all so we could go through the ceree for the day,” Brett growls

Brandon tenses up, his broing dark as he takes a long breath in through his nose

“Knohat?” Brett spits, finally losing his shit, he’s probably been holding it in for the good hour and a half past the two o’clock rehearsal

“You can shove your wedding gift up your ass And you’re fucking job! I’ second to you all the tiue, it’s always been about you… well, FUCK YOU!” Bret shouts, and the line goes dead

Brandon cal wheel as he puffs air out of his cheeks

“Sorry you had to hear that,” he says softly, reaching forpress of his hand

I try to say so, to tell Brandon how sorry I a

“Brett’s pissed is all He’ll sih”

“But you pro like Brett in this instance for most of my whole life

Brandon glances at me in the rearview

“I’ve known him my whole life, Ashlee Yes, I fucked up today but it’s a wedding rehearsal not the end of the world” He counters, sure of himself

Confident he’s ht decisions

As usual

We drive in silence for a while, and I can tell Brandon’s waiting for the callback but it never comes