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erin

"Sean . . ."

"I-I know. It was stupid anyways."

"Stupid indeed!" a British accent yells.

I jump, my eyes widening. I turn around to find Tom with a sheepish grin on his face.

His smile falls when he sees my expression.

"Tom?" I say, I wasn't asking anything but it came out as one.

"Yeah?"

"Get out."

"What?"

"I said get out!" my voice cracks.

I could see the hurt look on his face, but I couldn't care less.

He leaves, me sighing when the door slams shut.

"Sean, I like you as a friend. But I'm just saying, I still want to be uber mega best friends after this, okay?"

He smiles. "Yeah."

tom ((GRAB SOME TISSUES))

I let out a sigh.

I made comedy . . .

But I blew my second chance.

I run my hands through my blue hair.

I need a drink.

Sighing, I enter my car. I drive to the nearest bar, and smile.

If I can't be with Erin, I might as well drink away the pain.

you guys are going to me.
ALSO I NEED TO THANK YOU FOR 1K VOTES AHH (1.13K now wtf)

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