[For Roger] It's going to get worse before it gets better.
Brian was in a bad mood. Ever since Mikey's little confession, he'd been dodging Brian, mumbling excuses and making hasty escapes whenever he couldn't avoid him entirely. At first, Brian had been willing to let it happen, ignore the irritation that masked the hurt of being ignored by his best friend over something he hadn't even known he was doing, but as it continued it was getting to him more and more.
He hadn't told anyone else: For one, it was no one else's goddamn business, and for another, the last thing Mikey would want was everyone knowing what had happened. But if this bullshit didn't stop soon, there was going to be a confrontation, and at the moment he was so goddamn pissed, he didn't care if the whole fucking island knew Mikey had duped his best friend into meaningless sex and then had the nerve to be upset that it was just that--meaningless.
He rolled a joint and headed upstairs, dressed for a nice long run before he collapsed in the shade of a beachfront tree to get stoned. Fuck this shit, he wanted to stop dwelling for an hour or so, at least. Otherwise someone might end up with a black fucking eye.
He hadn't told anyone else: For one, it was no one else's goddamn business, and for another, the last thing Mikey would want was everyone knowing what had happened. But if this bullshit didn't stop soon, there was going to be a confrontation, and at the moment he was so goddamn pissed, he didn't care if the whole fucking island knew Mikey had duped his best friend into meaningless sex and then had the nerve to be upset that it was just that--meaningless.
He rolled a joint and headed upstairs, dressed for a nice long run before he collapsed in the shade of a beachfront tree to get stoned. Fuck this shit, he wanted to stop dwelling for an hour or so, at least. Otherwise someone might end up with a black fucking eye.