Title: She's Actin' Single

Genre: Sadness?

Rating: M

Words: 503

Pairing: Brady

Prompt: Jealousy

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Jealousy? The word leaves a sour taste in my mouth, but it does its job effectively enough. I hate that I'm jealous. How can I, me the most laid back of the pack, be jealous? It has happened. I'm sure this is just a mere slip of the tongue for me, but the fact that I had let it get this bad has definitely almost killed me.

The fact that she wants to get me riled up is just another ploy to make me pissed off. I couldn't find it in me to actually give a shit any longer. She can act like she's single, because soon she will be. Here I sit at the bar stool talking to the barkeep about things that would be nonsensical.

"What do you mean she's acting single?" Emmett, the bartender, asked as he washed up one of the discarded glasses from one of the many patrons that graced the place tonight.

"I mean she's off trying to flirt with some guy that has only one thing on his mind." I said as I sighed. "Just pour me a double of Jack."

He did as I had asked and I put my forehead on the wet bar top and sighed.

"Maybe you should just go on home, Brady. I'm sure you just need to sleep it off." He said and I shook my head.

"I know what she's planning on. If I asked her who that stranger was, she's say he was an old friend. I tell myself all the time that I'm not weak, but the truth is, I'm not man enough to keep her from doing me wrong. It's sucks, but it's my life." I answered honestly. I didn't know it was from drink or me just finally getting it off of my chest.

"Don't let it happen anymore. If you want it to change it, than you gotta do it yourself." He said as he poured me another double.

"So while she's out acting single, you in here drinkin double shots of Jack?" He asked and I just let out a huff of air. I lit up my cig and shook my head.

"I've seen men look at her and I act like it makes me proud that she's so damn hot, but I know I'm only fooling myself." I said and he nodded in understanding.

"Maybe you just need to do the same thing." He suggested and I snapped my eyes to his face. His words struck a chord with me and I knew what I had to do.

Jealousy, that word tasted like bile on my tongue but I knew that's what she wanted from me. Now, though, I honestly could care less about the shit she's put me through. I heard the smack of a glass coming down on the counter and looked up to see Emmett had filled my glass up once more. She may be acting single, but I'm going to sit my ass here and drink a double.