AN: for the longest time, I've thought Naomi is kinda BPD coded. anyways, enjoy.
.•° ✿ °•.
The four musketeers sat in an empty Starbucks. It was empty when they got there, and the barista had fallen asleep after making their drinks.
Declan, with a bemused expression, glanced at the menu prices and raised an eyebrow. "Do they charge extra for the air in this place?"
Jordan chuckled. "Seriously, this is daylight robbery."
Bennett nodded, frowning at his chocolatey drink. "I think this frappe costs more than my phone bill, and that's saying something."
They had each ordered their respective flavours, but the drinks remained untouched as they grappled with the awkward silence between them. Naomi stared at the coffee between her hands, lost in thought. There had been a steady tension making itself present throughout the last few days, but she couldn't avoid addressing the elephant in the room any longer. She knew if she didn't say anything now, she might never get the chance again and so she broke the silence, her voice carrying the weight of what seemed to be the world.
"What happened to us?"
The three musketeers were silent. Jordan stared into his Starbucks cup, Declan fixated on the floor, Bennett shifted uneasily, and for a while they stayed that way. It was as though they were frozen in time, immortalised in Starbucks with their shared past that was both fraught with pain and the happiest Naomi had ever been.
It was Declan who ended up cracking first.
"I don't know, Naomi. We grew up, life happened, we drifted apart."
Bennett chimed in, his voice measured. "Things change. People change, everything changes. It's a part of life."
Jordan stared into his drink, stirring it with his straw. "We were so close, and then... we just weren't."
Naomi sighed.
"That's what I mean though, Jordan. The past few years without you guys, I don't know, it feels like we lost something so special."
Declan leaned back in his chair, eyes distant.
Jordan finally looked up, expression pained. "I miss it too. More than anything. But we can't just go back to the way we were, I don't even know if that's possible anymore."
"I don't think it is." Bennett said guiltily.
Naomi laughed incredulously.
"It's like none of it happened." She noticed how they glanced at each other, "The way you guys have been acting, it's like none of it mattered to you."
"Maybe it didn't." Declan said pointedly.
"Really?" She glared at him, "Jordan? Bennett?"
"Even if it did," Jordan said curtly, eying Bennett. "It doesn't mean anything now."
Naomi felt the distance between them widen, the hurt and confusion she had harboured for years suddenly boiling over.
"So you're telling me that's all our friendship meant to you?" She challenged, "Nothing? Just a phase that you outgrew?"
The words hung in the air. The Starbucks felt colder, the atmosphere straining with the three of them sitting there stupidly.
Naomi scoffed.
"The past is the past, Naomi, and there's nothing we can change about that." Declan said quietly, "Don't get me wrong, it's been nice seeing you, all three of you."
YOU ARE READING
a flight rekindled (when wings touch again)
Fanfiction❝Though I wish we never fell apart, it made us who we are and at least we left a mark. Don't you dare say it was all a waste 'cause we would never be the way we are today.❞ tggbb/bg alternate universe, set in the future when they're all adults.
