James: after a couple more days of sobbing and eating ice cream you finally brought up the courage you needed to talk to James. You gave him a call to see if he could meet you and he gladly agreed.
You met up at the park. A quiet place with a coffee stall on the path. James bought you a cup and you held it in both hands blowing on it to cool down. James looked down at you and smiled as you strolled through the peaceful setting.
"So I take it you got my texts?" James asked.
"No? I've not seen any of them. When did you send them?" You asked confused.
James took out the phone and scrolled through the multiple text he had sent in the past few weeks. How had you not noticed them?
You took out your own phone and there was no texts from James. All of your texts were deleted.
"Someone has deleted all of our messages in my phone?!" You exclaimed. "I bet it was Abbie!" You said.
"Come on, let's go talk to her." James said walking forward a bit and reaching his hand back to take yours. You smiled and took it.
*back at Abbie's house*
"Abbie!" You shout hearing the echoing through house.
"What?" You hear faintly from upstairs.
"Where are you?" You ask.
"I'm in my room."
You marched upstairs a bit pissed off. It wasn't the fact that she deleted them it was the principle of the matter.
"Did you delete my messages off my phone?" You ask calmly.
Abbie looked up from her laptop but avoided eye contact. "Erm, no?"
"Well someone has." You say quickly.
"Nobody has" she said typing something on her laptop. "How do you know you even got a text in the first place?"
Then James walks in from the hall.
"Oh." She said. "I may have deleted on or two of them." She said with a fake smile.
"Why?" You asked. "Me and James could have sorted things out ages ago..."
"I'm sorry. It's just every since you and James got together we haven't really been in touch until you needed me to get you that pregnancy test."
Then it clicked. James was standing behind you and touched your shoulder.
"Y/n... Are you pregnant?" He asked with a nervous voice.
You awkwardly nodded. "Thanks Abbie." You say looking at her. She was sitting with her head in her hands, obviously aware of the situation.
"Sorry"
Jai: you were having a catfish marathon. Watching all those couples come together and no matter what they look like they still love each other.
You were jealous of them.
You took another marshmallow out the bag and chewed it loudly.you wiped your fingers on your sweatpants leaving a trail of the sugar glistening on the material. 'Fuck it.' You though, who did you need to impress. You were comfy, that's all that mattered.
Then that's when there was a knock at the door.
You open it to see a salesman with a big grin on his face. You ran your hand through your messy hair, pushing it back and glared at him.
"Afternoon Mrs." He started.
"It's just miss. Now fuck off!" You hiss and slam the door in his face.
