~*~AJ’s Perspective~*~
How much of a stupid fuck am I? I thought Liz was over Brian.
She even told me she didn’t like him ‘that way’! So I believed her, and now I wish… I
should’ve kept my fucking mouth shut. I
knew Brian liked her. I knew it and I
still went for her. So fucking typical
of me to do something I’ll regret later.
Goddamn it. And like I told her
a few minutes ago: Yeah, at one point in time all I wanted from her was a quick
roll in the sack. But I did get
to know her for her and not her ass, and I did start to like
her. I did… until she went and
fucked Brian. I should’ve known- no
wait, no, no… I shouldn’t have known!
No fucking way should every man expect his girl to go sleep with her
‘friend’. I am not the bad guy here! I can’t keep doing this to myself! Not any more. So I’m gonna take a deep breath, walk out this front door… and
drive.
~*~Brian’s Perspective~*~
Warm… that’s how I felt, lying in bed with Liz. So warm.
I wrapped her up in my arms and fell into the most peaceful sleep I’ve
ever had. I didn’t even feel her get up
and leave me alone. But when she flew
back into the room wailing, I woke up quick.
She flung herself onto the floor at the foot of the bed. I didn’t understand, and I didn’t get out of
the bed. “Liz?” I called softly, and
she smacked the floor with her palms.
“It was a mistake, Brian!
It was, and now AJ hates me! He
hates me!” she sobbed. Now I got out of
bed. I pulled her off the floor, and
she climbed into the bed, still crying.
I hugged her, not really knowing what I should do or say. “He- he said he hopes I didn’t ever want to
see or talk to him… ever again, Brian!
He said that!” Her sobs trickled away into hiccupping cries, and I was
helpless. “What are you talking about?”
I asked, not meaning to sound as harsh as I had. Liz looked up. “I left
the room a few minutes ago and AJ was walking up the stairs so he saw me and…”
she let in a long, stuttered breath, and continued. “…And he knew what happened
and- and….. he told me he never wanted me to speak to him. He told me not to even look at him, and I
feel like such a bitch, Brian!
And it’s my fault!” she ended with a loud cry that turned into yet more
tears and hiccupping. Her story sank
in. AJ had actually liked her,
then. Oh Jesus. I didn’t know. And now Liz was in hysteria because of AJ’s righteous anger. And it was righteous. He and Liz had just about started something
together, and then I slept with her. So
was it my fault then, too? It was time
to face the music, and my piano was out of tune… with no other way around this,
and no excuse except my love for Liz… we fucked up. You will only hear me say that once.