before i could open the door i hear a car pull up. i sneak away from the door and i realize that it's natalie. i fast walk over to where she parked. my brother gets out the passenger seat and i wave. "hey." he hugs me.

"i want to be in this hug too." i hear natalie say then i feel an extra pair of arms around me. "okay now i can't breathe." i say feeling trapped. "i don't know why but i felt like this was the right thing to do." masons voice is close. i feel another pair of hands.

"mason?" noah lets go. "that's me." we all back up. i didn't know he was still here.

"what are you doing here?" my brother asks. "i brought bri home." he says smiling at me. i smile back then i look at natalie because i knew she had a certain look on her face. i was right.

she had her mouth slightly open and her eyebrows went up. "you left too?" i ask. "yeah a few seconds after you did," he looks at nat. "where did you go?"

"i walked to the park like an idiot and mason found me," i look over at nat. she was very close to noah. "you were with natalie?" i ask the obvious. "yup." he looks over at her and they both smile. ew. i wonder how long it's going to take me to get used to this.

there's awkward silence so i turned to mason. i grab his hand and drag him away. "you can go now if you want. for real this time. thanks again." i tell him. "no problem. whenever you're sad just call me and i'll take you to the top floor of the mall parking lot." he says making me laugh.

"i definitely will... but first i need your number." i say. smooooth. "right." mason pulls out his phone. i look to my right to see my brother and best friend staring hard at us. i mouth 'stop' and i roll my eyes. "here, i already have your contact name." he hands me his phone with a smile.

i read it and i sigh. i fake laugh, making it obvious that it's fake, put my number in and give him back his phone. "bye." i walk away. my name was 'bri' with a soccer ball emoji. it must've been a soccer ball that hit me in the head that day. i hope he deletes the emoji later.

i walk up to my door and i wait for my brother to join me. he kisses natalie then walks up. ew. "ready?" i ask him. "not really." he responds.

we both walk in and our parents rush to get up from the couch. "oh thank god." my mom cries and i scrunch my face up. maybe i should've never came back. my mom hugs me, i try to wiggle my way out. "please don't ever do that again!" i hear my dads voice. i'm glad he's still here.

i don't know why but i'm way more upset with my mother. she lied to me, to us. right to our face for three long months!

"what happened?" my voice breaks as i stare at everyone. "we're a happy family, no huge arguments or anything. so what happened?" i sit on the couch next to my dad. soon the whole family is gathered in the living room. "so you guys just don't love each other anymore?" noah asks. i can't grasp the concept of falling out of love with someone. how does that even happen? especially if you've loved that person since high school.

my parents were high school sweethearts.

"we still love each other..." my dad starts. "it's complicated." my mom finishes. bullshit.

"so when do we have to move with dad?" noah gets up. i really hope no time soon. "in a few weeks or so. we didn't want to change your regular routine so fast." he answers.

"so that's it? you guys are getting a divorce and brianna and i just have to deal with it." noahs fists bawl up.

when our parents don't say anything, noah runs upstairs.

after a second of looking at them both in silence, i go follow him. "noah." i run to his door before he tries to close it. he leaves it open for me. when i go in i close the door. "noah relax. i know you're upset but try to relax." i attempt to calm him down with my voice. i watch him pace around his room.

"noah!" i walk to him. "what brianna?" his voice is full of anger. "calm down." i raise my voice. "no!" noah punches the wall. i jump back in fear.

"are you fucking stupid?" i look at the dent in the wall.

"ow."

this idiot. in a way i'm somewhat amazed, i punched the wall before and almost broke my hand... the wall remained the same.

"you're so fucking annoying." i roll my eyes and i grab his hand. there's two cuts that have already started bleeding. "why did you let me do that?" noah complains.

"i told your dumbass but you didn't want to listen." i sit down on his bed and i look at my nails. i know for a fact that he broke something.

"i think i broke my hand." i look over at him to see his eyes wide open as he stares at his bleeding hand. "duh. did you not hear that pop when you hit the wall?" i sigh and get up.

"can you drive me to the hospital?" he asks like a baby.

"you owe me."