Chapter 10
(Brian's point- of- view)
I stood in front of the mirror dumbfounded. I stared at the scar that graced my chest as I lifted my baggy t-shirt over my shoulder blades. The scar would always be there as a reminder. A reminder of my troubled heart and my brush with death. I ran my finger over the red line. I had never really looked at it before, now that I did I realized it disgusted me.
Nick stepped out of the bathroom brushing out his tangled, wet blonde mane.
"What 'ya doin, Rok?"
I cleared my throat. "Um....changing getting ready for our interview."
He sat down. "Shouldn't we wake AJ up? It's eleven o'clock. Doesn't it begin at noon?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to let him sleep. He was pretty warped last night." Nick sent me an angry look, which I read as, 'What about me? I was the one puking." I rephrased my language. "Sorry, you woke up so early, buddy. I'm sure you could've used some extra zz's."
Nick shrugged now satisfied. "I'll be okay, I just got myself worked up. Needless to say, Kevin didn't help."
If he thought Kevin was bad last night, he should go see the guy hungover.
AJ stirred a grimace laced upon his face. "Hmm...what time is it?"
"Eleven you better get up, dog."
He sat up massaging his stomach. "Okay, I'm going go catch a quick shower, then I'll be ready to head down."
Nick popped a dosage of Pepsto Bismol.
"Your stomach still upset?"
"Not really. But I know if Kev is hungover it will be very soon."
Great. Kevin is gonna' make Nick sick again tonight. And who will be left to take care of him? Me, of course. Along with finding out what was up with AJ. An obstacle that Howie would normally handle, but I suppose it is a little difficult when you're hungover. Something D. should be accustomed to by now.
I shook my head. What was up with me? I hardly ever am so judgemental towards the fellas'. I took a another look at my scar. Maybe that explained it.
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