There were a lot of things that Bea was willing to be, but a total girl about stupid shit was not one of those things. She wished everyone that was just trying to be well meaning would stop asking her how she felt about Brandon Stone, it wasn’t helping her avoid thinking about him, and all the confusion that seemed to hover like a cloud. She couldn’t believe she’d started losing sleep over the damn man either.
No excuse in the world made losing sleep over a guy okay. Bea had never been that girl before, and she wasn’t about to start now. Except, that was exactly why she was up when she should be sleeping. She just needed to figure out a way to get her brain off of it. Hell, maybe she could sort files in the security office; that was usually mind-numbing enough that she just started concentrating on how much she didn’t want to be doing it. Only problem was that she couldn’t guarantee that Brandon wouldn’t show up there. Not that she was avoiding him; she just didn’t want to see him today.
And god, it was such a relief when she heard he door click open and close again. Ty probably. She didn’t usually bother him when he came in late, deciding to crash on the couch for one reason or another. Or no reason at all. But tonight was different; she needed a conversation with someone that wasn’t going to ask, ‘So, have you figured out how you feel yet?’ and she could count on her best friend to do that.
Stretching, she pulled a sweatshirt over her head and padded into the room, stopping just short of the couch.
“Better be in a sharing mood,” Bea said by way of a greeting and made herself comfortable on the floor in front of the couch, since Ty looked comfortable taking up most of the space and she could be considerate and not make him move.