𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌 , 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐒

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

I was kinda getting use to be someone you loved~ Someone you loved, Lewis Capaldi.

//No ones POV//

The younger blonde girl knocked on the white varnished walls.

"Come in." A voice spoke softly, and as the door opened a girl who looked merely 16 was curled on the edge of the bed. It was hard to believe that who was weeping in front of Marlowe was a 21 year old girl.

"Oak?" Marlowe spoke softly, moving slowly to go comfort the girl. Oakley peered over her shoulder, mascara running down her face.

"What kind of Wattpad story is this?" Marlowe giggles, sitting on the bed across from Oakley, who was laying in the fetal position. An airy chuckle came from the sad girls mouth, she glances at Marlowe whose brows where slanted in sympathy. 

Had she thought this was ever going to happen to her, no. Had she dreamt of loosing Karl so soon.

Every night.

She would lie awake at night wrapped in his arms, how he held onto her like he was going to loose her. And he did, it was all her fault.

"This is all my fault." She sniffed, the blonde girls eyes had not changed.

"It's not. It's that assholes fault." Marlowe corrected, moving closer to Oakley.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this." The older girl sighed, her brows furrowing from embarrassment. She sighed and faced the younger blonde girl.

"Oak, it's ok. Just tell me whats going." Marlowe crossed her legs on the bed and stared intently at the mascara stained girl.

"I don't know... I don't know why Karl got so mad. It was one call." Oakley waves her hands.

"And it's not like I knew JaSoN was going to show up." She says, Marlowe nods and thinks for a moment.

"Men are just difficult." Marlowe glances over at the door.

"And they say women are heard to read." Oakley comments, making Marlowe giggle. The girls laugh together for the first time, and they both knew a relationship had formed. Marlowe was very shy for her age, and Oakley was very childish for age. They both clicked, somehow.

"Wanna watch some Hamilton?" Oakley said grabbing the remote, Marlowe nodded and got into a more comfy on the position on the bed.

"IM HELPLESSSS~!" Marlowe sang, her voice cracking making Oakley to cringe and giggle. The door thudded as someone knocked on the door.

"Dinners here." Nick's voice rang through the varnish door.

"COMING!" Oakley replied, pausing the TV. They came down stairs giggling.

"🥳ArAoN 😣Burr🥰 SiR🥵!" Marlowe teases, speaking in 'cursive'.

"BAHAHAHA THAT FUCK?" Oakley wheezed, she made her way to the seat next to Clay. She grabbed the burrito with her name on it, and Karl... well Karl couldn't stop looking at her. Karl had been so infatuated by this girl for so long and she had slipped away from him. Karl wasn't one for toxic masculinity, it wasn't him. 

But he was so afraid of loosing her, and this was breaking him. He retreated from the table, his chair made a loud noise as he moved away from the table. He gave a small nod and excused himself.

 Oakley as soon as he left, dived her head into her hands, her shoulders moving as she cried.

"Oak." Clay said, placing his arm around her. He had always been there, even if for a while they where something more. Clay was never going to leave Oakley. She was one his best friends.