Stuck with you (BWWM)

Chapter 12

There I was, sitting in my room, trying to drown out the chaos of my thoughts with the strumming of my guitar. I hadn't been able to write a single word since I walked out of rehearsal. The musical, the drama, everything was suffocating me.

And then, a knock on the door.

"Come in," I mumbled, not expecting anyone in particular.

The door swung open, and in walked Yasmin, a determined look on her face. "Hey, you."

I set my guitar down, offering her a weak smile. "Hey."

Yasmin plopped down on my bed, crossing her legs. "So, I hear you've officially become the musical's mysterious ghost."

I rolled my eyes, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement. "You guys can't function without me for two seconds, huh?"

She grinned. "Honestly, no. Everything's gone downhill since you walked out."

I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Oh, really?"

Yasmin nodded dramatically. "Absolutely. We're talking musical apocalypse here."

I chuckled, shaking my head. Leave it to Yasmin to turn everything into a melodramatic comedy. "Okay, so the world is ending. What's your point?"

She leaned in, her eyes sincere. "My point is, we need you back. The songs are trash without your magic touch, and I refuse to let our musical dreams die a horrible death."

I couldn't help but laugh at her over-the-top theatrics. "Musical dreams, huh?"

She nodded, her expression deadly serious. "Musical dreams, friendship dreams, life dreams. They're all intertwined, you know."

I leaned back against my chair, a smile tugging at my lips. "You're really selling this, Yasmin."

She shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hey, I'm just here to save the day. One dramatic speech at a time."

I chuckled, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders in Yasmin's presence. She had a way of making even the darkest situations seem a little brighter. "You're impossible, you know that?"

She grinned, leaning back on my bed. "Thank you, I take pride in that."

We fell into a comfortable silence, the tension from earlier dissipating. But of course, she couldn't resist bringing up the elephant in the room.

"So, Ben and Will, huh?" Yasmin wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Oh my god, Yasmin. Not you too."

She laughed, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Come on, spill the tea. What's going on with you and Ben?"

I sighed, feeling a mixture of frustration and longing. "It's complicated. We have history, feelings, misunderstandings-you name it."

Yasmin raised an eyebrow. "So, he's still your Ben, huh?"

I shot her a withering look. "He's not 'my' anything. And what's with the whole 'my Ben' thing anyway?"

She smirked, clearly pleased with herself. "Just testing the waters. But seriously, Gabi, maybe it's time to untangle that mess."

I shrugged, my gaze drifting to the rain-soaked window. "I don't even know where to begin, Yasmin. And with everything else happening, it's the last thing on my mind."

She leaned in, her voice softening. "Just remember, sometimes the best way to deal with the chaos is to face it head-on."

I met her gaze, a mixture of gratitude and reluctance in my expression. "You're full of wisdom today, aren't you?"

Yasmin winked, getting up from the bed. "I have my moments. And hey, if you decide to join us back at rehearsal, you won't be the only one facing chaos."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Thanks, Yasmin. I'll think about it."

As she left, I couldn't help but feel a little lighter. Yasmin had a way of making even the most overwhelming situations seem manageable. Maybe she was right-maybe it was time to face the chaos and see where it led, both in the musical and with Ben.