Brandon had a bad habit of putting himself into situations that were unhealthy and completely opposite of where he needed to be. What career did he choose to live out and love? To sing, in a band, when he knew he couldn't. Where did he go when his girlfriend was out of town? To get drunk with his best friend in a night club, that he thought was completely innocent because that's all they were - friends. Where was he now, several hours after being left by a girl he was determined to love and care about for a long time? Going to hang out with an old flame who was hardly an acquaintance, at the very spot he and Isla had their first date.
Cue the applause for Brandon and his wise decision making skills.
Despite all the mistake he's made in the past, he was determined to keep up his own life style and make it work, and for the majority, it had. His career was successful, though emotionally painful, and everybody had always loved him.
But they wouldn't, he kept reminding himself, not in a couple of hours. Not when they all finally saw Alana's tweet and assumed he had been lying all along. He had to keep telling himself that some things had to change - he couldn't just keep trying to make things work in his favor all the time because he wanted to have fun and not get hurt. Sadly, he realized all his attempts to make his life make sense were failing miserably, and the walls of his sanity were crashing down all around him. Nothing made sense anymore, because everything had changed.Ā
Except maybe they hadn't, not with Sophia at least. She was incredibly chill and comfortable, sitting beside him in the car. He focused on the road, listening to her conversation lightly. She didn't seem like the type to judge, and neither was he really. Who was he to judge now that the entire world was judging him on false pretences? He refused to become apart of that crowd, especially with Sophia.Ā
"Yea, I heard about those rumors. Sorry you have to go through that. I honestly am. People can be so cruel, they just blow up the smallest suspicion or lie and never realize how much it could affect a real person's life." He huffed, annoyed for her, almost feeling defensive over Wilde. The thought almost was able to smile, and he had lost all hope that anything could make him smile that same day.
"I'm good," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. The other lie loosely on the wheel, maneuvering through and around streets. "I mean, I'm not good, but I'm---I'm good. I'm alive. Things are...good. Yea." He stumbled for the right words to try and describe truthfully "how he was doing" but he began to realize he wasn't even sure, and it scared him.
"I guess I'm just going through some stuff that I wish I didn't have to go through," he finally said, taking his eyes off the road for a second to make eye contact with her. "But all in all I think I'm okay."
After a minute or so he finally pulled onto the dirt road that lead into the lot of cars already assembling for the drive in movie. He parked in a less crowded spot and killed the engine, finally looking at Sophia for longer than a second. What was he even doing here, with her, at this moment, when things were so crazy.Ā
But looking into her eyes he felt a sense of calmness that he hadn't felt in a while; he was at peace with knowing that she didn't care who or what he did or how he did it. He was comfortable with the fact that they knew each other only from drunken memories and a late, sweaty night. All that in itself made him a little more excited and all the more appreciative of Sophia Wildewood for existing.
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