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𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑨𝑳𝑳

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐡. I'm honestly a little surprised at the overwhelming consistency. He would text me right when he woke up and then roughly every hour with minimal replies from me until he went to sleep. To say I miss being around him is a massive understatement.

I miss his stupid contagious laugh. I miss his stupid blue eyes. I miss his intoxicating touch. I miss the way one touch of his lips to mine would wash away any worries that had ever surfaced. I miss the way he held me when tears would cascade down my face. I miss the grin that could tear down the skies and have the gods falling at his feet.

But most of all, I missed him. I miss all of the boy that I've spent the past year and a half growing exceptionally close to. The way he knew how to make me smile, how he knows- knew? all of me. Every part of me longed to give in and take him back. All but the voice in my head that I have affectionately named Albus. The stupid voice that could only remind me of the headmaster of hogwarts that I so passionately hate.

A voice of reason that told me that I'd be better off without him.

A voice of reason that told me to run. To stick to Nicole and our ongoing failsafe plan of marrying at 30 if it comes down to it. To live single for a while and find someone better.

The problem is that I don't think there's anyone out there better for me than Jeremiah. The boy who was always sweet to me. The one that already knew me better than anyone on the planet.

For a second I seemed to forget that Jer and I ever had any problems. That fantasy crashed down quickly when I lost focus on all the good memories. My mind played over all the things that had happened over the summer and I sighed.

Recently, my nights have consisted of consistently being around Nicole and occasionally Conrad. The times I wasn't were the times I found myself deteriorating. It would usually be distracting myself with a movie, but that would trigger a memory of Jeremiah and I watching the same one. I'd try to prove to myself that the memory actually happened as an excuse to scroll through the old pictures and videos we took together.

Everything I looked at reminded me of him. I would look at the ocean and I'd see his eyes. I'd watch the sunset and see us sitting in the car with the pink light of the sky reflecting off his tan skin. The beach reminded me of our beach. Basically, I couldn't get away from him. Anywhere.

I would start to question if it was even worth it to be mad at him over what he did. Sure communication was his fatal flaw, but what else did he do wrong? Oh. My mind trailed to him letting Belly follow through with her plan. The amount of times I'd replayed the video Taylor sent me over the last two weeks is absurd, but I'd started to catch things that weren't natural for him and it would make me madder. The way he twisted across the console was the way he does- did with me, but his nails digging into the center console wasn't. He was nervous. His single quick glance to Taylor to make sure she was recording thoroughly made all of me furious.

It enrages me every single time I think about it, but I found my mind wander back to the way he would kiss me across the console. The rage would turn to sadness, the sadness to longing, and the longing to wanting to take him back. It was a constant cycle.

Fuck Albus.

A rash decision led me to finally agree to meet up with Jeremiah and talk. I could practically feel his excitement through the text he sent telling me to meet him at Sunny's at 2.

It was currently 10am and I was debating listening to Albus and running. So, instead of allowing myself to listen to any of my thoughts I connected my phone to the house speakers and blared music.

I regretted my decision the second Gorgeous started playing. Changing the entire playlist, Starships by Nicki Minaj played and I sighed in relief.

Around 1:30 I was laying on top of my comforter in jean shorts and a white knit top while music still blared through the entire house.

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲

𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐧

𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲

Hey Ken

I wanted to text you and make

sure plans haven't changed

𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐧

nope

see u at 2

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I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Fuck," I mumbled for nobody else to hear.

I'm not sure exactly what I want to say when I see the boy I've been tactically avoiding for 2 weeks. I don't think I'll say much to be honest, just listen to what he has to say.

I don't expect end up back together after this, but I feel like it'll be good for both of us. I'll admit that I was rash in my decision to break both of our hearts. I just couldn't take the constant fights we had over the same thing. I couldn't take the fact that he had let someone else wedge themselves between the intricate bond we shared. The spiderweb of memories the two of had carefully crafted for our entire relationship, slowly getting torn down by someone I would have considered a sister.

Shaking off the overwhelming urge to think, I grabbed my car keys and purse off my dresser, slipped on my shoes, and walked outside past the four now-dead bouquets of flowers that had been left at my doorstep and into my car. I took the longer route to Sunny's as it was only 1:45 and it took 5 minutes to get there the normal way.

I arrived at 1:55 and took a deep breath before walking in.

I glanced around the restaurant until my eyes caught on the blue-eyed boy sitting at a booth.

𝑱𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒉 𝑭𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓.

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A/N hi hi hi

comment what u want to happen for the next chapter because I'm still drafting and have a few options rolling :)

also completely off topic, have you guys listened to Billie Eilish's new songs?! They're so fucking good

another topic: i'm on a family vacay till saturday so plz bear with the inconsistent uploading

thats all 🫶🏼