𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛)

A Reminder of You {Seventeen}

"My satellite,
Are you here tonight?"

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It's been a week since I broke things off with Sal. Instead of grieving like I really need to, I've grown reserved and casually angry at the world.

The best way for me to explain 'casually angry' is that I'm basically wearing a resting bitch face at all times, I don't take my anger out on people for accidents, but if people bother me for a little longer than thirty seconds-- I might scare them off... aggressively.

I hardly smile anymore. I've just taken on a quiet, brooding, angsty teen persona. And I don't really care.

Ash and Larry are super cozy, which makes me happy. Sal's distance brought them closer since it hurt them so bad. They didn't know what to do, so they found each other.

Their blooming relationship is one of the only things that brings a smile to my face. That, and spending time with them in general. They're perfectly happy (while avoiding the topic of Sal altogether) and they pass it on to me every single day.

We just made it to school. Ash parked her car not two seconds ago then darted out of the car, giggling the whole way to the school.

Larry chuckles, "That woman, I swear," He murmurs.

"What did you do to her now?" I snort, opening the back door and throwing my backpack over my shoulder. Before I leave the car, I lean over and pluck Ash's keys from the cupholder beside the driver's seat.

Larry follows, walking into school beside me with his hands in his pockets and a lovestruck smile on his face, "She started it, I swear," He laughs. "To say the least, I got kicked in the balls last night and I promised I'd get back at her for it."

I nod, a smirk pulling at my lips. "You know how you could get back at her?" I tell him, nudging his elbow.

He looks down at me, intrigued. Little does he know...

"I don't, I haven't come up with anything yet. Whatcha got?" He asks, holding onto my every word as I immediately reply.

"Kiss her."

Larry chokes on air, his head snapping down to look at his feet with wide eyes, "Shut the hell up, man. That is the worst idea in history."

Shrugging, I stop next to my locker and put in the combination. "Not at all," I chirp, "Think about it. It would shock the hell out of her and it could finally get you two together. You both are too afraid to make the first move."

"She doesn't like me, Em," Larry replies solemnly, leaning on the locker beside mine as I finally manage to unlock mine.

I look at the bottom of my locker before replying to Larry, grabbing the folded note and putting it in my pocket. I'll read that later.

Glancing at my friend, I give him the look. You know, the one that calls bullshit. So I get back at him for all the times he said that exact word to Sal and I. "Bullshit," I tell him, leaning a little closer. "Trust me when I say that she likes you just as much as you like her. You'll never know until you try. Just do it already," I smile, pulling my history and science books from my locker and putting them into my bag.

Larry rolls his eyes, pushing off of the lockers and walking backwards, "I'll think about that, Lee. I'll think good and hard about it," He exclaims, making sure I realize that he's definitely lying. With one last wave, he spins on his feet and continues walking toward his first class.

Seriously, all it's going to take is for one of those two to snap and finally make a move. Then it's history; all of this stuff about them both being scared that the other one doesn't like them is going to be laughable. They'll be a couple, get married, and have three kids or something like that.