Chapter 6 - Love me, Liar.

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I yawn. It's sunny today! But I have work. Ugh. Did I change out of my clothes from yesterday? I don't think so. So why the hell are my shoes off? And my door is... locked. Maybe I'm just over thinking it. Whatever, I think I'll go to work. I head to the shower.

I squeezed some of my body wash on me. I use the blueberry one. I scrub the substance all over my body, and rinse it off. I get out the shower, wrapping the towel around my body. For some reason, I suddenly feel tired. I wish I could just take a break. You ever feel like that? I feel so overwhelmed. I wish I could just relax.

I dry off my hair and body. I put my work clothes on. They slip on easily. I spray perfume on, gotta smell good you know! I'll be working in a diner all day so... heh.

I walk out the bathroom, Lucy nowhere to be found, she's probably still sleeping. I grab my keys and head the apartment.

**TIME SKIP**

I arrive at the diner at 11:45, 15 minutes early. TK walks in 5 minutes after. "Hey TK!!!" I wave to them. "Hey Y/N! How's it going? I saw you here last time with a dude.. is everything going okay?" I chuckle at their stupidness. "Yes, everything is going well! He's very sweet and passionate." I smile at them. "Oh I see." They smile slightly. "I'm happy for you!" They hug me. "Thanks!"

"Alright, it's time to go to work." They say. I nod. Today should be a quick day, Wednesdays are always quick, so I won't have to worry, and there's not many old geezers coming. This should be a smooth day.

TK's POV

"Alright, it's time to go to work." I say, trying to act mature and not let my emotions get the best of me. Is this really happening? They have a, partner? Did they really not see that I love them? I've loved them ever since they started working here, how did they not see that? Instead, they went out with a creepy looking dude who probably doesn't even live them the same way I do. This can't be happening, I don't deserve this. I've done so much for them. "I..." I watch them walk away from me. Maybe it's better this way. Maybe things should stay like this, maybe I shouldn't speak up. Maybe I should just let them go. They only see me as a friend...

Should I confess?

**TIME SKIP**

(FOR BETTER VIEWING EXPERIENCE PLAY "Goodbye by Bo Burnham")

5:20, Y/N usually gets out of work at 5:30. Maybe it's time? "Hey TK! Um, I'm gonna head out now, Cya!" I hear them yell. I need to tell them. I won't forgive myself. It's been too long, I can't keep going like this.

"Y/N, wait!" I run after them, they stop and turn around. We're in front of the diner. I suddenly feel a lump in my throat, can I really do this? "Y/N I..." it starts to rain.

"You?" They say.

...

"I checked the weather forecast, it's gonna rain."

We stare at each other, rain pouring down on us.

"Oh, it is raining, isn't it?"

I go back inside to get my umbrella, and pass it to them blankly. "Thanks TK, you're always looking out for me, you really are my best friend."

My heart shatters.

"Yeah! You should get going now. I don't wanna get you soaked. Or me haha!" My voice cracks. "Okay! I'll text you!" They say, walking away.

Once they are out of my view, I unknowingly fall on my knees and start crying. That's it? That's all it was. That's all I was. A best friend. Maybe I was too harsh, maybe too protective. Rejection hurts. I didn't think that it would be this severe though. Damnit. I hate this. My heart broke into a million pieces. And the bad part is, they didn't even mean to. They're so stupid, how could they not know that I love them? Maybe they did and just wanted to reject me before I got any ideas. I cry even more. All those memories, those times together, were they all regular friendship things that friends do? I feel so happy when I'm with them yet I feel so miserable when they leave. They just left, just like that. Am I meant to feel happy? Happy for them? Maybe I should be, but I'm not. But that's not their problem. I get up from the ground. Wipe the tears and head back into the diner to clock out for the day.

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