Consequences ~Justin Foley

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"No ones here?"

He asked me jumping over the counter as I was closing up the creasmont.
Like our daily routine in this relationship has been over the months.

"Nope, it's just me and you and a huge batch of left over popcorn." I said snaking my arms around his neck grinning pulling his lips closer to mine.

"You ashamed of anyone seeing us?" I raised my eyes at him and he shook his head scoffing.
"Are you crazy? Your the one who wants to hide."
Yeah he wasn't wrong.

"So England." He brought up and I ground resting my head on his chest. No, happy thoughts please.
"Fal come on. We need to talk about it." He reminded and I shook my head.

"I haven't even opened a suitcase to pack. I don't want to talk about England. Or that I might have to see my dad who's already proved he's no good to me."

I complained whilst rocking side to side and every word slips out my mouth so casually as if it's a normal situation.

"Are we going to break up?" He asked looking down at me and I see how serious he grows as his brows furrow at me.

"I didn't even know we were together?" I try to bring some humour back but he doesn't match it for once.
Oh really needs to talk.
"Shut up."

"Do you not want to be public with me?" He asked me and I shrugged not answering.
"Foley you have no idea how badly I do and don't want that. But I'm scared of what Hannah will think and it's not just that-"

"Well Hannah thinks it's the worst idea ever."
Oh we are so screwed.

Please tell me someone's just cloned her voice or something.
Nope. Because she stands in the middle of the creamont staring at the both of us.

"Shit!"  I quickly broke away from Justin and she walks over to the seats where her bag is set and she picks it up throwing it over her shoulders.
And gives me a cold stare.

"I forgot something."
She walked out and I jumped over the counter running after her.
Only friend you have, don't fuck this up.

Just try say the right things.

"Han wait!" I race to her as the both of us are now standing outside the ticket office of the creasmont.

"What the hell Fallon? You were my only friend left and this is what you do?"
She looked so disappointed in me instantly I feel the gilt hit me faster than ever.

And the moment she makes her remark my mouth rambles with my solicit I've been thinking about for months.

"Han wait, he's been so fucking helpful and he's helped me through so much crap like my mom dying and my fucking dad and I'm sorry for all the drama that happened between you guys at the start of the year-"

"Drama!" She scoffed and I didn't mean it like that.
"He twisted my perfect first kiss to make me feel like a whore."

"I know and I've always hated him for that I swear but I was afraid of what you'll think because I only care about what you think." I tried everything,  tried to say the right things but I couldn't say anything more.

"Here's what I think. I think you went behind my back and didn't tell me even though your meant to be my friend."

Even though I'm meant to be her friend? Hang on why do I have to feel sorry about this? Why do I have to feel guilty for wanting to feel happy?