𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏# 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑦 | 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦

BROOK
~August by Taylor Swift

I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. The boxes in this room are so heavy and really unbearable. I spent the last 3 days only at the university and here at work to be able to clean up the room faster. After this job, the books in the university library are nothing.

Speaking of work, it reminds me that I have to work at 4 pm. I already have so much to do today that I don't even know where to put my thoughts. I'm stuck in this room for a whole hour, then I have to do the shopping so that Jade and I have something to eat because her parents are coming over for Easter.

They come here, especially from Australia. So everything should be perfect. I definitely have to clean up my room because her parents will sleep in Jade's room, and she will sleep in mine with me.

I'm actually not a fan when it comes to sharing a bed, but well, what you don't do for a best friend. I picked up the heavy box again and threw it with all the things that were in it into a blue garbage bag which I have to take down with me.

A crack came when I stretched my back by putting my hand on my low back and bent slightly back.
That felt good.
To make sure that the room is clean enough, I looked around again.

I really managed to get rid of all this mess quickly. It's probably because I've had a lot of free time the last few days. After all, Logan thought I slept with Gunnar.

I can understand that everything felt weird to him about Gunnar and me, but then he doesn't have to say all these things. I've made so many things, with proof that he can trust me. Never have I done anything that let him think that I'm cheating on him, and yet I'm the bad guy here.

I want to tell him why I was with Gunnar that day, but I promised not to tell him. Through my siblings, I know exactly what it's like not wanting everyone to know about it. To this day, there are only a few people who know about it.

But if I can be any support to Gunnar, Logan has to trust me, and that means even when I give him some empty words. I felt a buzz in my coat pocket. I quickly glanced at my phone as I pulled it out. Like a naive girl, I often find myself checking my phone when I only get a message from YouTube or Pinterest.

In my mind, I think, or rather I hope, that Logan texts me. I should make the first move but my pride pulls me back. In my head, I'm shouting to myself that I'm right, that he should be the first to fill our empty chat. It might be toxic or just immature, but I still don't think it was right for Logan to judge about me directly.

I stand by my opinion.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. The name Lowen was on it when I took the call and hooked the phone between my ear and shoulder while doing some leftovers from the cleaning up. "What's up?"

"Could you do me a favor?" When I say that Lowen's voice was almost so shattered that I barely recognized her, then it's not even an understatement. "What's the matter with your voice?" was the important question. That's worse than after the one concert we went to last year.