Remington
It's been weeks. Well, only three but, it's felt like an eternity. An eternity without her, and it would never feel right. We still texted every once and awhile but, I was really trying to distance myself after she made it clear that we were just friends. Oh I'm sorry, best friends.
"Remington." Emerson called.
I didn't respond, and after a moment, he jiggled my door knob.
"It's locked," I shouted, "dumbass."
"Well then unlock it then," He retorted, "dumber ass."
I grumbled, but never the less pushed myself off of my bed, jumping through the clear spots on the floor. There weren't very many but, I got there, and that's all that matters.
"What the fuck do you want?" I growled, flinging the door open.
"A million dollars," He said sarcastically, "are you ok?"
"I'm great Em, can't you tell?" My words were also poisoned with sarcasm, and it made him roll his eyes.
"Seb's making stuffed peppers for dinner." He said.
"I'm not hungry."I shrugged.
"You haven't eaten in days Remington."
"Yes I have."
"Beer and cigarettes doesn't count."
"Is that all?" I muttered.
"I'm worried about you Rem," Emerson's voice cracked, and it pulled my eyes to his, "Sebastian and I both are."
"Ok," I sighed, "do you want a medal?"
"What- no," He stuttered. I tried to slam the door in his face, but due to my lack of literally everything a human needs to be healthy, he was able to get into my room easily, "sit down. Now."
Emerson didn't raise his voice often. He was always calm, even when he was telling someone off. So, hearing him all but yell, was enough to snap me out of it, and push me to follow his instructions. I plopped onto my bed, and he threw himself down next to me with a frustrated sigh.
"Listen. I know you're hurting right now, and I'm really sorry but, I'm trying to help you. You're scaring me," He mumbled honestly, "you need to use everything you have to pull yourself together, and get through this. Try your best to move on."
"And what if I don't have anything left," I said, defeated, "what if she took it all, Em? Then what?"
His face fell, and he didn't say anything. Just wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him, lulling me as I soaked his shoulder with my tears.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"It's not your fault," I mumbled with a sniffle, "god every time I ignore Sebastian, it always comes back to bite me in the ass."
We both chuckled, because we both knew I was right.
"So, what happened," Emerson sighed. I took the time to explain everything, and it honestly felt like rubbing salt in a wound. I was mad at myself for being so head over heels for her. For loving her so blindly, "damn. That's tough."
"Yeah. Thanks." I scoffed.
"Oh come on you know what I mean. Just try to keep your head up! It sounds to me like she still doesn't know that you like her."
"There's no point in me telling her now," I sulked, "besides she's seeing another dude."
I could've thrown up at the thought of Ryan.
