Brian's POV

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I look up from the bed and I see it's Justin. I look at the person laying with me and it's Michael.

I stare at Justin till he moves. He goes toward the closet and I see him taking out a bag.

Oh no.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I say while grabbing his arm. He pulls away hard and continues packing. I make him turn toward me and I say again,

"What are you doing?"

"Really Brian? Michael. Of all people you had to sleep with Michael!"

"It didn't mean anything." I try to say for him to stay.

"You always say that! But he's your best friend!" his voice rising.

"Well maybe if you weren't such a drama queen you wouldn't have a problem!" my voice rising as well. Once those words leave my mouth I automatically regret it.

He stares at me with the look that I can't understand what it is? Anger? Hurt? Disappointment?

He looks back to his bag, zips up, and starts heading to the door.

Once I get over my initial shock and run over before he can leave.

"Where are you going?" I say trying not to sound desperate but I can't help it.

"Somewhere."

"Where?" I can't help it, I need to know.

"Brian, it doesn't matter. Don't even try to contact me." he had no emotion in his voice.

I am left speechless, while he walks out the door and probably my life.

Rage fills inside me, as I remember Michael is here.

I loudly walk over to the bedroom and wake Michael up and kick him out. After I close the door I grab the nearest thing to me, which is a bottle of Beam and throw it across the loft. I start throwing everything in sight, just to get it out.

Then it hits me that he left, and I start breaking down in the middle of the loft till all you can hear are my sobs.