***BONUS post! Enjoy! Soul xo***
Literally everyone wanted to forget the night. When Stanley took a swing at Brandon I knew all hell was going to break loose. Michael tried to break up the fight while Janet and I rushed over to the side. I can’t help but feel proud over one person only: Stanley. It might be a medieval concept, but Brandon deserved what he got. Barely that actually, he was asking for it. Who says that kind of stuff and doesn’t expect backlash back?
Anyway, the party pretty much broke up after that and the crowd dissipated until we were left going home. I asked Janet wanted me to come with her but she was totally fine. I think she wasn’t as bothered by the comments as Stanley was. Janet was a fighter; she’s experienced a lot of bullshit all her life and I knew she thought this was just another day in the life. Which is why Stanley was the one that appeared to need more consoling, funnily enough. Even though it seemed as though he was there for his woman, Janet was there just as much for her man. It was pretty cool.
Michael and I were quiet in the Uber ride back to my place. I guess you could say it was an uncomfortable silence. I was still fuming over Brandon and what happened that I wanted to vent with Michael as well. He didn’t seem as outraged and it kind of bothered me.
“Did you want to come up?” I asked Michael once we stopped outside my apartment building. “I can fix you some ice for that hand.”
Oh yeah, he got in a few punches as well. Mostly from his friends which is so beyond weird for me.
He sighed. “Yeah, sure.” His voice unstrained and loose. He sounded way too calm for the ruckus that happened. I started to think I was overreacting.
“Didn’t think you’d be in here for ice,” I joked.
Michael chuckled. “Yeah…” he clutched the sides of my face and pulled into a long French kiss.
I pushed at his chest. “Hey come on. Now’s not really the time.” I placed the ice over his hand.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” I shrugged, “shit did just go down back there.”
Michael shook his head and scoffed. “It’s just Brandon.”
I lifted my brows. “Oh. So that’s normal?”
“They just like to mess with people.”
“Ummm…I think that’s a little more than just messing with people.”
“It was a joke.”
“Yeah, if Stanley was an actual friend of ours he’d be playing along, too. And Janet would be laughing.”
“And if Brandon was our friend he’d know he shouldn’t be saying shit like that about my best friend, but I guess we’re not the type of people to make those kinds of friends.”
Michael’s nostrils flared and he stood up straight. “Oh, and I suppose I’m a piece of shit to be running around with other pieces of shit.”
“I can’t believe you’re defending this guy!”
“And I can’t believe you think my friends are a reflection of me!”
“Well, some people say you are who you hang with!”
“Fuck this,” he threw the ice pack onto the counter, “I don’t need this bullshit. Call me when you can learn to separate me from the people I know.”
“Are you seriously leaving?” I scoffed and rolled my eyes as soon as he closed the door behind him. “What a cheap move.”
I checked my cell to see if Janet messaged but found a message from Mark instead: ‘Hey, sorry, I was out. Are you still up for a good time?’