Forgotten friend – II

 Completely forgotten. 

Brandon, remember that he had told most of his friends why he would not be coming to any of the clubs moving forward. The first was because his grandfather passed away, the second was because he was now moving to America for a limited amount of time.

Alice was one of the people that was kind, empathetic to appoint and was mostly conscious and not high as a guy. Then how did she not remember? 

Do any of them remember? The question stayed on his mind. It stayed as he left the house after getting ready, he stayed as he went for the tube and while he sat down in the tube too. It just continued to stay in his mind. 

Bran climbed the stairs up from the subway that was underground and started moving towards the building. He now called his workplace.

Was it justified to feel sad? Was he making a mountain out of nothing? One of them did not remember, clearly drunk, and partying her arse off, maybe the rest of them. 

Maybe, he pulled out his phone, I can test out that theory. 

Brand moved to the side, away from the incoming rush of people trying to get through their workplace quickly. He pulled up the number of the maid he talked to the most and called it, refusing to acknowledge that there was a time difference.

"Bran?" 

Fuck yes! "J, what's up, mate?" 

"I am fucking tired, man. Alice went all out." 

There it was. "Yeah, I missed it. How was it?" 

"Awesome, fucking solid. Why weren't you there?" 

Bran ignored the last bit. It was not clear enough if he knew or not, so he had to be more straightforward. 

"I'll tell you about that later. How about we meet up? The club in the afternoon?" 

"Yeah, I'll be there." 

Wait what? "You think I'll be reaching there in time?" 

"If you want, mate, sure." 

"Do you know where I am?" Brand tested again, giving change the last chance he needed. He had the same name as his cousin, but he just hoped that he was a tad bit different. 

"Yeah, the Wallace mansion, no? Living with your old man." 

Fucking hell, he did not remember. Brandon closed his eyes, not into himself. James was the maid he had been close to, they had been most of their life events together. That included going to the same school, saying university, having the same friends and all that shit. But he did not remember the most important shit going on in Bram's life. 

"Yeah, I gotta go. Bye." Without waiting for change to say anything, he hung up the phone and pulled into the crowd, walking with the rest of them into the small cubicle office that he was going to work for the rest of the day.