Crybaby (On the Phone)

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A/n: Yes my first fanfic is based off a song deal with it

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You looked at your watch just to see it had been over 30 minutes since you had started waiting for Nancy to show, and quite frankly, you were embarrassed. You could feel strangers eyes of pity as they watched you wait at a table for a date who obviously wouldn't show.

The only reason you waited this long was because Nancy was never this late, let alone late at all. You had been dating for a little over 7 months now, and not once had she shown up late to anything. You had just assumed she got the wrong time and would show up any minute now, but it was clear you were wrong.

You felt confused and lost. What were you meant to do when your own girlfriend stood you up?

So, you did the only logical thing. Try and call her.

It took a while to find a payphone, 15 minutes or so (though it probably would have only 10 if you hadn't stopped to get Nancy roses)

Once you reached the payphone you could feel yourself let out a sigh of relief, the only thing you could think of that came to your mind on why she was late was that something bad had happened to her. It was the only reasonable explanation anyway.

You were right, if by something bad you had meant she was fucking Jonathan Byers.

Ring ring, Ring ring, Ring ring. The phone had ringed 3 more time untill someone, you presumed Nancy, had picked up.

The first thing you had hear was panting, and you were about to ask if she okay untill you were interrupted.

"She's," the speaker paused to let out another shaky breath, then continued, "She's busy."

After that, the talking stops, and you could hear the speaker put the phone down, but not hanging it up. You were puzzled, you could tell that whoever picked up the phone was not Nancy, the voice was far too masculine.

Fortunately, that mystery was solved for you when Nancy had moaned out an 'Oh Jonathan'.

That's when it clicked, that's when everything clicked. Why she had been becoming so distant to you and so close to Jonathan lately. On why she seemed unresponsive to anything you did but looked at Jonathan like he hung the stars. On why Robin and Steve shared a look of concern when you had finally told them you and Nancy were dating.

It finally made sense on why they had you promise not to cry if she breaks your heart.

But you don't think you could do that. You wanted to scream, shout, cry, punch things. You were feeling so many things at once.

So, you started with slamming the phone (you were hoping for it disturb Nancy and Jonathan) and then picking it back up only to call Steve to come and pick you up.

You hoped he couldnt tell you were crying, even though silent streams of tears had coated your face a while ago.

As you waited your brain tried to make sense of the situation.

But there was no sense to it, Nancy had cheated on you for God knows why, and you have to deal with that. All the promises that you and her would be together forever meant nothing, and you could tell by the little "I love you"s that you had overheard Nancy and Jonathan sharing.

Not once had Nancy ever told you that she loves you.

As soon as Steve saw your face, he knew.

He knew what happened.

He always had his suspicions, just as Robin had hers too, and perhaps if you took them seriously you wouldn't be in this position.

You would deal with Nancy tomorrow, but right now you just wanted to bawl your eyes out while watching some shity movie with Steve and Robin
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Steve's car had finally rolled into the Wheeler's driveway as you got your suit case from the trunk.

For the 7 months you and Nancy had been dating, more and more of your stuff had piled up in her room. It got to the point where your room was now almost barren.

Of course, if you were going to break up with Nancy you would need your stuff back.

When you finally reached the Wheeler's porch, you had to mentally steel yourself before knocking on the door.

Unfortunately for you, Nancy was the one who opened it. The first thing you noticed was that, ironically, she was wearing one of your shirts.

"Oh Y/N, hey, what you doing here?" Nancy asked you.

Instead of responding, you opted to push past her to reach her room in search of your things.

It wasn't until you finally picked one of your things up that she forced you to talk to her.

"Okay, what the hell is going on here?" It was clear Nancy was getting pissed, as she always got when she didn't have an answer to her questions, and you really didnt want to deal with that today so of course, you answered her.

"We're over." Short, sweet, and to the point, just how Nancy liked it.

Clearly, she did not like it, though, as not even a second after she shouted at you.

"What the fuck did I do?!"

"Oh Jonathan!" You mimicked her moaning, and clearly that was enough to leave her stunned, mouth agape as she tried to find a response.

It wasn't until you had finally finished packing that you had realized you might need to speak to her again, as she was literally wearing one of your shirts.

But you really didn't want to.

You really didn't want to.

So you let her keep it, finally marching downstairs and to Steve's car.

You hoped that she would end up crying as much as you were going to.
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Word Count: 1003

Writen: March 11, 2023
Edited: March 11, 2023

A/n: I <3 angst (though this probably wasn't that angsty tbh)

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