~I Met You At A Midnight Show~ Brandon Flowers part 9

This is pathetic I thought to myself. Why am I even here? 'Because you have to say goodbye to Brandon, your best friend.' I hate my conscience. I looked around to find the guys when I spotted Ronnie sitting a booth laughing.
"Sweets!" he yelled. He ran over to me and gave me a hug. "Glad you could make it."
"Yeah, me too." said pathetically.
He frowned. "He's a jerk. Jeniffer, you should forget about him."
I just stood there. This was coming from Ronnie, the person who had told me that Brandon loved me a few hours ago. I guess it was a lie just like everything else.
"You're right." I put on a fake smile.
"Come on." he grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the booth where the rest of the guys were. I looked at Brandon and caught him staring at me. He looked away quickly to his girlfriend slut setting beside him.
Brandon's pov--
I felt like such an asshole. Here I was letting Stephanie cling to me when I had feelings for Jeniffer, my best friend. Yet I was too damn stupid to admit it.
"Hey, babe, let's go dance." Stephanie said interrupting my sorrowful thoughts.
"Fine." I said grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dance floor. I quickly glanced at Jeniffer who didn't even knowledge my existence at the moment. She was laughing at Ronnie.
I loved to watch her laugh.
"Are you coming?" Stephanie asked impatiently.
"Yes, sorry."
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Normal pov

"Goodbye Sweets." Ronnie said pulling me into a hug. I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I hated doing this. I did it all the time and it was killing me more and more each time we said goodbye.
"Goodbye, Ronnie." I smiled pathetically. I walked over and hugged the other guys saving Brandon for last.
Thank God Stephanie wasn't around.
"Hey, Jen." he said with hopefullness in his voice.
"Shouldn't you be saying goodbye not hello?" I tried to ask with a smile on my face, although my voice cracked and tears fell down.
"Don't cry, please." he begged me pulling me into a hug. "I'm so sorry Jeniffer. I'm such a jerk."
"Don't be sorry." I couldn't be mad at him. If she made him happy miserable, then I would have to accept it.
"I'm going to miss you." he whispered in my ear.
"I'll miss you too." I frowned. I really would.
He pulled away from me with a small smile frown on his face. "I gotta go."
"I know. Be careful." I pleaded.
"I will." Then he walked on the tour bus where the rest of guys were along with his Stephanie. I walked the opposite direction to my apartment.
Brandon's pov--
I watched her walk away knowing while I was on tour something was going to happen and that would probably be the end of our friendship and everything else we could possibly have.

Thank you.