𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠: Gracie Joyce has always dreamed of being a actress when she grows up. She knew that it would be almost impossible they way her life was going at the moment. When an opportunity for a new movie production find...
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I slump against the chair across Daisy in the local coffee shop that we meet at every so often. I had called her to meet me here because this is our spot to vent no matter what.
And boy did I need to vent.
Even though Daisy saw what happened last week, I had put it off to talk about because I was embarrassed. But not for the reason everyone thinks.
When he had kissed me even though it wasn't in the script, I didn't feel upset, I didn't feel gross. I felt like I could hope that he might like me. That our 'friendship' had grown into something I knew was there.
There was no hiding it. From the moment Easton defended me in front of an audience, I knew that I wanted that version of him. The version that protects people he cares about.
But the hope died when he ignored me, left me standing stupid after I wanted to tell him that he shouldn't feel embarrassed or stupid for doing it.
"You look like you haven't slept all weekend love." Isla, our waitress who seats us and serves us every time we are here says to me.
"It's been a rough one. I'll have hot chocolate with banana bread please." I admit, I love winter here in New York, where I can get my favorite menu items that fit the season.
"Sure thing hun. You Daisy?"
"I'll get your peppermint hot chocolate with a chocolate croissant, thanks Isla." She gives her a warm smile before she turns back to me. "So, ready to talk?"
"I just don't get it Daisy, I thought maybe when he called me and asked me to help him, that we had... had maybe grown into something more. I saw it right in front of me." I sigh, playing with the sugar jar in front of me.
Easton is not an easy person to read. I knew that the day I met him, probably even before then. All I wanted was for him and me to be okay, I didn't like the tension between us.
"Can I ask you the question I have been waiting to ask for months?"
I give her a frown, then nod.
"Do you like him? Like him, like you can't get him out of your head and you want to see if he wants you as more than friends?"
Daisy was always good at getting straight to the point.
"I- maybe? I think I like him more than I hate him. I think I have since the party, and the hotel room." It wasn't a lie. Since that night I first saw him, I really saw him. My heart melted into a puddle and didn't come back.
She claps her hands on the table. "Can I tell you something? Your heart will choose who it loves. I still- I still love Blake. Even though he broke my heart, didn't contact me. I love him because I know who he is when he is with me. I don't think I will ever get over him."
"Daisy-"
"I'm not done- and yeah sometimes I get mad at him, for leaving me in my hardest moments. I always imagine what it would have been like to fight cancer with him by my side, I would have been stronger for sure. And if I could choose, I would hate him, for listening to Easton and breaking my heart, but my heart doesn't, I love him, and I think I will forever."
