September 30, 2021
(y/n's pov)
its been..
18 days.
432 hours.
25,920 minutes.
1,555,200 seconds.
since i've talked to joe.
since our kiss.
since we cried on the sidewalk while it rained over top of us.
i had come to the decision to wait 2 weeks before possibly reaching out to joe, but now it had been 2 weeks and 4 days.
i did want to hear what he had to say.. but i was also nervous to hear what he had to say.
it was stupid for me to think the felt the same way, he could have any girl in the world; and there was no way he'd pick me.
over the past couple weeks, i've lost track of what day of the week it even was. i stayed in bed most of the time, busy feeling bad for myself.
gracie and jess had texted me everyday wondering if i had talked to joe yet. i'd tell them no and in they'd give me a pep talk in return.
they really wanted me to talk to joe, but i still had no clue to why.
it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon when my mom came in my room.
"good morning sunshine!" - your mom laughed
"not funny." - you
"i just thought i'd come in and check to see if you were alive." - your mom
"definitely alive, feel a little dead though." - you
"oh you're exaggerating. but.. you need to get up and out of this bed today. you, your father, and i have plans tonight" - your mom
"wait what? what are we doing?" - you
"we're going to the bengals game. joe got us three tickets but robin was the one to walk them over here. she said he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by coming over here." - your mom
"i don't know mom, i might not go. i don't know if i'm ready." - you
"this would be the perfect way for you two to talk, robin said he's going straight home after the game, win or lose. that's when you two can finally talk." - your mom
"i'm scared though." - you
"of what, honey?" - your mom
"what he's going to say." - you
"it's joe, y/n. it's the same boy you used to force to play barbie's with you. i wish you two would realize that you can't live without each other, and just stop fighting." - your mom
"it's hard to mom. it's hard to just see him as my childhood best friend when he's so much more to me." - you
"i understand, just tell me your decision before we leave." - your mom
"i will." - you
my mom gave me a small reassuring smile before disappearing out of my room.
joe hadn't left my mind once since that night at the bar and now i have to decide wether or not to go to his game.
on one hand, it was nice that he wanted to clear things up and the fact he invited me and my parents to his game today really showed he cares about our friendship.
but on the other hand he cared about our friendship.
to him i was nothing more than that, and at times it seemed like the only reason he talked to me still was because of how long we've known each other.
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