Small town gossip is rarely just that. But when your cousin and best friend catches the culprit in the act, you can no longer ignore it. Small towns rarely let you move on, so instead you move away, and to Boston where you can either wallow in your...
Summary: life in Boston isn't what you thought it would be
Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: language, mentions of cheating, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.4K
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"Alright," Poppy stands in front of the TV, blocking your view as she grabs up the remote, and clicks it off. Your eyes turn up to meet her in anger. How dare she distract your streaming. "Enough. Fucking enough. You need to get off this damn couch. You need to shower. Clean up your shit, and get out there and get a job."
"I have savings. Can you hand that back, and move?" You make pitiful little grabby hands at her, puckering out your bottom lip as much as possible. "Please."
"No. I don't care that you have savings. You're not wasting them away because you're laying on this couch eating...what the fuck is that?" Sitting up on the couch, you shrug, reaching for the monstrous cake you had delivered, and were just eating off it. "Peaches, I can't...I opened my house up to you because you needed it. But wallowing in your self pity isn't going to help anything. Do you want to talk?"
"About what?" The cake was delicious. It didn't take any time at all to show up to your new address. "This is delicious. It's birthday cake flavor. Hey!" She grabs the fork from you, and sits on the coffee table directly in your face. "What?"
"You broke up with your fiance."
"Yeah, well, he was cheating on me. Seemed like the most logical thing to do," you take a deep gulp, and look in your lap. "What was I supposed to do? And now, everyone in town hates me. I'm the bad guy. I'm the one who knew what he was doing. I ignored the signs, because I really wanted to have my perfect wedding. And I...well, I have been refusing sex from him, but according to everyone else I was fucking Lee every chance I could."
"Hmm," Poppy sighs, looking at you, "Your perfect wedding, but not your perfect marriage," your face turns up in pain as you let your tears fall from your eyes. She was right. You were so focused on that stupid wedding, you didn't take into consideration how your relationship was failing. You would have ended up divorced in a couple of years.
"Did...you don't have to answer," she says calmly, reaching for your hand, "Did you want to wait for marriage because it was Cole, and you thought that your virginity would make him not stray? Or is it what you really wanted?" You shrug your shoulders, because you weren't sure anymore. "Or is it because that's what good girls do? You know, there's nothing wrong with sex. There's nothing wrong with waiting on the right person, or the right time. You'll know when you know. And your sex life is nobody's business but yours and your partners. Cole was the one bringing others into your sex life."
"I shouldn't have...I mean, if I had sex with him, we could have been together."
"Honey, sex won't make a man not stray. If he's going to shove his cock in someone, he's going to do just that. No amount of you withholding was going to change that. If you gave in, who's to say he wouldn't just go off with another woman anyways? Why are you blaming yourself? Cole did this. Not you. You were faithful, and he wasn't. That's on him. Now, I get your need to mourn the relationship that you thought it was. But you can't keep living like this. You don't even get out, you're using the perks of being in a city and having everything delivered. And you stink."
