brodic
he should’ve let her manager or publicist or literally anyone else on her team go after her. he should’ve hung back, mingled with the rest of the crowd with a few more drinks, and waited until he was given the okay to leave. but, he hadn’t been able to stop himself as dove had retreated from him. he wasn’t supposed to care, but he did. he really did. and that, in itself, was a new feeling for brodie. he scuffed the ground with his feet as he tried to think of something else to say, but nothing felt quite right. “that’s good,” he settled on lamely, though it was obvious to anyone that her answer wasn’t true. he didn’t take dove to be someone who would walk out of a party, especially one thrown specifically in her honor. "don’t worry about it. it’s part of the deal,” he shrugged, a poor attempt to glaze over their tough situation. it wasn’t until after the words left his mouth that brodie considered that still referring to as their relationship as a deal did the exact opposite. he wiped at the bridge of nose, suddenly wondering if he had missed any of the icing, before letting out a deep sigh as he leaned back against the wall. arms returning to their crossed position, he looked over at the girl who made him feel things he didn’t think was possible – and didn’t know what to say next. typically good with silence, he felt the need to say something and awkwardly spoke up, “sorry i haven’t.. replied to your texts. i just needed to figure shit out.”
she’d likely get chewed out for walking out of her own party -- wasting precious photo time with all the a-listers invited to her party. for now, she didn’t seem to care. that was something to worry about later. though, the point of leaving had been ruined the minute brodie decided to follow her. preoccupying her attention onto the darkened night sky. simply watching the moon rather than the other. that’s good, she nods quietly. even when they first met , she can’t say things between the two of them has ever felt this awkward and uneasy. part of the deal, stings a bit more than it should. as if she needed to be reminded more that their time together was a fleeting deal planned by their publicists. “ guess i missed the icing clause in the contract.” she jokes, dryly. finally, dove looks over at him. she didn’t expect he’d mention the missed call. actually, she hopped he wouldn’t. dove raises a brow, “what was there to figure out?” she tests. dove couldn’t take this back and forth anymore. as far as she was concerned, they had nothing left to talk about. harris was his friend. it made sense if he chose that over her. still, it hurts more than she’d like to admit. “you don’t have to feel bad for me, brodie. i get it.”










