note: hi hi im very sorry for the LONG inactivity. online school killed me dude like i was dying and works were stacking yadda yadda. and i want to announce that (of course after the long inactivity) i wont be continuing the story. ALTHOUGH, i will write down how the story went and the changes and shit in the next chapter so enjoy this one it will be the last ;)
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"Alright, I'll be at the rooftop if you need me." She said.
"Oh, I'll come along."
"Sure."
We walked up the stairs and walked over to lean our hands on the railing. I kept on looking over at her face. I missed it.
"Dude can I hug you again." I said in a straight, monotone voice.
"What the fuck, sure." She giggled.
I hugged her in embrace. "dude, you..."
"What, disappeared into thin air and possibly caused you guilt?" she smirked and let go of the hug.
"Yes, that is so cruel, I literally cried for you and you're out here doing your Hanna Montana shit."
"Oh please, I was just..." She paused.
"Just what?"
"I don't know, dude. I was emo and I don't even want to remember it," She rubbed her head. "and, I am so sorry. Like, you didn't deserve it. But you did. As well. I don't want to sound like a bitch, but you yelled at me, pushed me away and shit, like, you asked for it."
That's true. I did push her away and, well, I did deserve it.
"Don't say sorry. I don't deserve your apology." I sighed.
"Why'd you say that after the apology?" She giggled.
"Plus,"
"Hm?" I hummed.
"So you're gonna hug me and pretend you're literally not in love with me or something?" She grinned.
"WHAT. HUH." HOW DID SHE GET TO THAT I thought.
"BRO YOU KISSED ME WHEN I MOVED OUT. HOW ARE YOU NOT IN LOVE WITH ME. Like, yeah, I get it, I'm hot and shit, BUT STILL? YOU THINK I WONT NOTICE?" She laughed. This bitch.
"Fucking bitch."
"Beautiful bitch." She corrected.
"Fuckk I forgot you're a total narcissist." I laughed.
"It's called self love, you should learn it sometime." she poked. "Anyways,"
She stretched her arms up and sighed. She rested her hands on the railing and stared into the dark night.
"How's you and Chloe? Are you both in good terms?" She asked.
"All of the sudden?"
"No, I'm just asking because she kept on texting me to meet up." She turned to look at me.
"She did that to me too, like, three months ago."
"Three months ago?" She looked at me with her eyes widened.
"Yeah, why?"
"She texts those messages every week." She furrowed her eyebrows.
"Huh? What? What does she want, for fucks sake." I groaned. "Did you say anything?"
