girl next door - dua lipa

1

I fucking hate you!
You are such a whore!
You bitch!

Those nasty words kept playing in your head, even 7 years later. No one has ever said anything like that to you.

Now you are 25 living in an apartment complex in New York. Your apartment is across from Dua's apartment and you have to face each other every morning at 10:45 before you go to work. You still talk to her except the only things you say are things like 'fuck you', 'i still hate you', and mean things like that.

Monday, 10:45 am.

You walked out of your apartment and saw Dua. You expected to just hear something mean but instead you heard something else.

"Can we talk?" Dua asked.
"You want to talk.. to me?" You questioned.
"Yes, that's what I just asked you?!" Dua said.
"Talk about what?" I asked.
"About... us?" Dua said.
"Like our friendship? What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"Okay, I am sorry about the things I said." Dua said.
"Dua I don't even really care about those things. That was 7 fucking years ago. You couldn't have apologized any earlier?" I asked.

Even though I think about it every day. It was just so shocking because that was the girl i knew and was best friends with.

"Oh. Well sorry. I am truly sorry YN" Dua said.
"Hold on Dua. We're both going to be late to work. Why don't you come to my house afterwards and we can work all this shit out." I suggested.
"Okay fine.." Dua said.

Monday, 4:50 pm.

You and Dua had already planned that you were gonna order chinese food so dinner wasn't a problem. Dua had knocked on your door because she comes home from work 10 minutes after you.

"Hello Dua" You said.
"Hello YN" Dua said.
"So how are we going to work this out?" You asked.
"Just fucking forgive me!" Dua said.
"Uh no! I want to know why you got so mad! It's not my fault I went to a private school! My damn parents sent me there!" I exclaimed.
"You told me you would always have my back." Dua said.
"And I did. And I would've still had your back if you didn't fucking cuss me out that time" I yelled.
"That's not a reason to stop being friends with someone!" Dua yelled back.
"You called me a whore, a bitch, a slut, and so many fucked up things" I said.
"Shit. I admit it I fucked up. I'm so sorry YN" Dua said.
"I understand you're sorry but I just was so hurt  after you said that. I literally cried for a week straight" I said.
"I wish I could take back everything I said. I just want to be friends again. Everyday for the past like 3 months, I've been looking at you and wondering if you would be okay." Dua said.
"Okay fine. We can be friends again." We both settled.

You talked for like another hour until it got to relationships and sexualities.

"Sooo... Do you have a boyfriend?" Dua asked.
"Well uhm.. I'm actually Bi-Sexual and I had a girlfriend a few months ago and a boyfriend like a year ago but the boy turned out to be gay and the girl cheated on me so yeah no Im single now!" I smiled.
"You're Bi-Sexual? I am too!!" Dua exclaimed.
"So have you dated any girls?" I asked.
"One.. It wasn't that long and we never even had s-e-x or said i love you so it was basically nothing." Dua said.
"Let me tell you something. When we were besties you were pretty.. but man you got like really really pretty" I said.
"You got really hot too but thank you!" Dua said.

part 2 soon :)