it had been exactly 2 weeks and 4 days since you decided to break up with chris.
even though he said long distance wouldn't be so bad, you had a gut feeling he'd find someone new- so you told him he should be with someone here in boston and not you.
"Y/N, SOMEONES AT THE DOOR!" your mom yells.
"IM COMING!"
you rush down the stairs, and look through the peephole.
chris was outside, holding a folded paper in his hands.
"chris?! why would you make him come over?!"
"talk to him! don't make it worse than it already is, y/n." your mom tells you.
"we're about to leave in like 30 minutes. i have one last thing to pack—"
your mom opens the door, and leaves the both of you alone.
"hi." chris says.
"hi."
"i know you probably don't wanna talk to me but.."
"i do. i really do. but it's too soon chris."
"yeah, i figured."
he hands you the folded paper, and puts his hands back into his hoodie's pockets.
"have fun in los angeles, y/n."
you look down at the note, and slowly start to unfold it.
"wait, open it when you're there. not here."
"oh, my bad." you laugh.
you folded it back to how it was, and glanced at chris for a few seconds.
"i'm sorry i didn't answer your calls." you tell him.
"it's okay. i get it."
he looked so sad, it made you feel even more guilty.
"i thought not answering would make things a little less painful," you start to feel your eyes water. "but it didn't work."
you quickly wipe your eyes, and continue to talk.
"..and um, i know your channel with nick and matt is starting to get attention. maybe one day i'll be able to see you guys again in la.. where all the influencers are."
he sighed.
"maybe we will see eachother in la. if it's okay with you."
"what?"
"i wrote it in the note but since you kinda mentioned it, i thought i'd just say it now." he shrugged.
"you guys are coming to.. la?"
he nodded.
"oh."
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