i woke up in the black dress i wore last night. my mascara was all down my face, and my makeup was smudged into my pillow.
i was confused at first then it all came running back.
i let out a loud sob. but that soon turns to anger.
i spring up and knock down the photos of nate and i on my nightstand, dresser, tear them off the wall, and unpin them from my bulletin board.
i storm around my room, removing all photos of nate. which there is a lot. as i'm throwing a photo down on the ground, i trip and fall to my knees.
perfectly laid out in front of me on the ground is a picture of nate and i from when we were 15.
the tears take over that random anger outburst. i sit on the floor sobbing, holding the picture close to my chest.
i cried and cried, until there was a knock my front door. i slowly walk down the stairs and to the door.
i open the door and its nick matt and chris.
i bite my lip to keep the tears from coming back. seeing chris reminds me of stumbling out of nate's house and into his arms. but that fails. the tears start to pour down my face, and i walk out of the way of the door so they can walk in.
"hey..." matt says, putting his arm around my shoulder, to sit me down on the couch.
i put my face in my knees and just cry. it's an awkward scene, as the boys just watch me, but i can't help it.
"you should shower." nick suggests, and i look up at him with my messy face. he helps me up and leads me to the bathroom. he got me some comfortable clothes to wear after.
once i get out of the shower, i sit beside chris on the couch.
"so... did he break up with you?" chris asks.
i take a deep breathe. i don't feel like crying all day, so i keep it together.
"not... officially. i-i don't know." i manage to mumble out.
nick sighs, "i'm so sorry."
i take another deep breathe and get up from the couch. "don't be. do you guys want some eggs or something?"
"already ate." they reply.
i huff, "okay... what about coffee? let's go dunkin' donuts!"
"y/n-" nick says.
"what?"
nick tilts his head at me, "never mind."
i grab my keys and wave my hand at them to follow me.
they look at each other and then follow after me.
chris sits up front in the passenger and matt and nick in the back.
we pull up to the dunkin drive through and i order our usuals. when i pull up to the window i grab my wallet to pay. when i open it, there's a polaroid of nate and i kissing, which is completely forgot about. i bite my lip, but then take my card and hand it to the lady.
chris notices the polaroid, and tries to slip the wallet out of my hand.
i look over at him and mutter, "i got it." and snatch my hand back.
i get the drinks, and hand them out to everybody.
"where now?" i ask, happily.
they all stay silent.
"aww come on! let's go somewhere fun. let's go bowling! let's go to top golf! come on!"
they still stay silent.
"whatever, let's just do something at my house."
i drive back home and we all walk inside.
everybody just gets comfortable on the couch and i force them to watch one of my favorite rom-coms.
as i stretch my legs out over chris's lap and resting my head on on nicks arm, there's a slight knock on the door.
matt's head turns, and he goes to answer it.
i see his eyes widen and then he steps outside.
after a few short moments, he walks back inside with somebody behind him.
i squint my eyes a little and realize it's nate.
my heart drops.
"hey," nate says.
i lose the ability to speak. i just look at him. his eyes are dull, and he looks very, very serious, for some reason.
i open my mouth and try to speak, but i cant. my mouth just hangs open.
"hi nathan." nick says, breaking the silence.
i can't take my eyes off of him.
"i just wanted to drop this off." he says, placing a small box down on the table near my door.
nate turns around to walk out, but i finally speak up.
"nate."
he snaps his neck back at me.
"are we over?" i ask, biting my lip so hard, i might leave a hole.
he takes a deep breath and looks up at me.
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