You and Me (A Bart Baker Fanfic)

Chapter 3

I sit on my couch watching tv with a bowl of cereal on my lap. Laugh silently at the joke made in the show. It's finally Saturday, and this is how I've spent most of my week. I haven't filmed a video yet, and I'm starting to worry. I don't have anyone to mentor me; Bart and I haven't spoken since Tuesday, when I slammed the door in his face. Literally. I don't know how I'm going to pull off this YouTube gig without him.

Suddenly there's a knock at my door. I jump slightly, I'm not expecting anyone. As I look down at myself, I realize I'm still in my sweats and a tight tank. My hair's in a messy bun and I don't have any makeup on. I can't just make whoever's at my door stand there forever, so I decide to just go for it. I walk to the door, unlock it and open it.

Bart. He stands at my door with a small teddy bear in his hands.

"Hey.." He says, handing me the teddy bear. I take it and offer him a grateful smile. "Listen, I've been thinking a lot about Tuesday and I'm really sorry..."

"It's ok, Bart. Really, it is. I over reacted. Uh, do you, do you wanna come in?"

Bart nods and I step back to let him walk through the the door.

"Thank you for coming over, I'm really glad you did. I've felt really bad about what happened, and I wanted to call you, I just didn't know what to say."

"Well I would have called you, too, but, ya know I don't have your number so..."

"Oh, then here, let me see your phone, dummy." I joke, hoping joking would get us on better terms. He smiles and hands me his phone, and I carefully put in my number. I glance at my name and see he's put me as "Page😎❤️".

"Here." I say. "A heart?"

"Uh, yeah. I put a heart beside my friends names, and I don't beside my family and crap. So I'll know if I like them when they call or whatever. I'm just crazy, don't mind me..."

"Oh, okay.. So, um wanna watch some tv?" I ask, wanting to change the subject.

"Yeah, sure." He says, following me to the couch and sitting down on the couch beside me. I pick a show and start watching.

After a few minutes, I take a deep breath and break the silence. "What you asked Tuesday, about if I love Justin, I do. But, I don't think he feels the same."

"You mean he doesn't love you?" Bart asks. I shake my head sadly.

"Every time we talk, I always end our conversation by telling him I love him, and he ends up blowing me off with just a 'ok, bye'."

"No offense, but he's kinda stupid. He's got a really beautiful girl who loves him, and he doesn't even love her back? That's stupid."

"You think I'm beautiful?" I ask, looking up at him shyly.

"Well, uh, I just meant he's stupid. For not loving his own girlfriend. You know.."

Bart trails off awkwardly and I small smile creeps on to my face.

"What?" Bart asks.

"Oh nothing. Now shut up I actually wanna watch this show."

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I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling telling myself to get up, but not wanting to. My stomach growls and I finally give in.

Climbing out of bed, I stumble to the bathroom to take a quick shower, change my clothes and put on a bit of makeup. After I walk back to the kitchen, I grab some Fruit Loops and head to the couch. Flipping through channels, I'm surprised when I hear a knock on my door. Probably Bart again.