Brandon Hill seemed a lot larger with regret bubbling in the pit of his stomach and for the first time ever the word vomit he called music wasn't helping to get rid of it. He doesn't exactly know why he feels guilty - if anything it should just be self disgust. He doesn't feel guilt. It's not hardcore and he doesn't do that.
It doesn't help that footsteps are approaching and he knows it's either Mini or Alo and the question is answered by the noticeable flaming red hair that catches the corner of his eye. Too late now with nowhere to run and stuck on a fucking hill.
His headphones are pulled off before the job could be done for himself, mercilessly. He nearly snaps something at him before the guilt overpowers him and he rests himself on his elbows while he waits for the lecture. Or whatever it is Alo's planned on throwing at him.
"What were you thinking," his mouth's set in a straight line and he sounds cold.
"I don't know," Rich sighs out rolling his head to the side to avoid the sharp gaze that'd been turned on him.
"You don't know?"
"No,"
"How the fuck can you not know I thought you knew everything,"
"I don't know!" There's the snap that was threatening to spill and he can sense the way Alo flinches back slightly. "We were drunk, it just happened,"
"I thought you hated her," Glancing over the expression's morphed from practically expressionlessto.. hurt. "You were drunk, so you just decided you'd make out with the one girl in school you dedicate all your time to professing your deep hatred towards,"
"I thought I did to," He sits up straight and pulls his headphones off entirely, waits for an answer he won't like anyway. "Jesus Alo, alcohol can do a lot of things, okay?"
It takes a while for Alo to respond a bit of fidgeting here and there and looking off for a different yet similar reason as the one Rich had. "What the hell does she see in you?"
It draws the line, and temporarily the guilt melts away. It's enough though to take away the leash on anything harsh he had. "I don't know, clearly something she doesn't see in you. A brain, perhaps?"
Alo's face falls, and he gets up before Rich can say anything. "Alo-"
"Forget it," "Alo, mate,"
He'd gotten up in a rush (nearly knocked himself over in a rush too. Another not really hardcore move.) but the ginger's already strode down the hill with a clenched jaw and fists that looked close to punching the lights out of someone (not that they could) and Rich sinks back to the ground, buries his head and his tangle of hair in his hands and lets a wave of emotions he didn't even know he had wash over him.