Starbursts (Sunspot Fortnite X Reader)

The Phone Goes Both Ways

in which You get a call from Imani.

Your day has been freed as you put away the dishes from your morning breakfast. What would have been a day with Sunspot is now replaced with the emptiness of your home. Warm lights and fuzzy carpets, personality scattered about in areas can only do so much. Echos of shuffling feet on your tile floor and clinking glasses feel like ghosts of a time long forgotten. It was always your stuff, your space, a place of sanctuary. 

A sanctuary only you maintained. 

Taking a look around your kitchen your mind wanders to Sunspot. He was up pretty late last night as you were, mentioning some baked goods. The thought of him in an apron brings a smile on your face, covered in flour and gaudily frilly. Of course, a cinched waist on Sunspot would look good.

Shaking your head as you catch your thoughts roaming you begin to take out the window cleaner only to see the windows smiling back at your reflection, clean and pristine. Right, you had already cleaned the house from top-to-bottom the night before due to what happened earlier in the day.

 Ares' medallion. 

Tapping your finger on the counter the same thoughts you were having last night re-surface. Making your stomach fill with pitter-patters of nauseating excitement. Unsure if you want any of this to move forward or bury it 6 feet underground. 

Grabbing your phone mindlessly you stare at the screen. Flipping between different apps, looking for a few seconds, and then closing it. Unsure of what to do with yourself. 

You could go out, but you've been going out a lot lately with Sunspot. It should be a home day.

The emptiness of your home feels too familiar, however. Sunspot's company would be nice.

You're still thinking of Sunspot. 

You lean back into your chair, tapping your phone on your forehead. He's busy today, and you don't have anything in particular to do, there could be one of two options.

Have a lonely, movie night in, binge some shows and savor in gluttony with popcorn, takeout, and whatever comes to mind. OR reconnect with severed ties. 

You let out an aggravated whine, knowing what would be the best for you. Sunspot can't be your only friend, your only sense of grounding.

"Growing as a person is bullshit" you huff, opening the last message Imani had sent. The sight brings prickling static up your arms.

'It was crazy seeing you today! We should hangout soon, you still collect records, right? Let's go to the vinyl shop on North Avenue :D' , That was more than a week ago.

'How's it going? Been a while since I've heard from you.' At least a month ago.

'You're really not going to come by?', Exactly 4 months and some odd days since you've created the distance.

You shift your weight, feeling your neck grow warm as you scroll through the memories. 

Ring Ring

The call button was pressed as you immediately start pacing around. The action is done, its a matter of how the conversation will go.

Hopefully, well.

Hopefully understood.

"Hello?" Your ears grow warm, words hanging in your throat.

"Hi!" You say a little too loudly, "Hi, um, Imani?"

"I was wondering if I was ever going to get to talk to you again." She lets out a breathy laugh.

"Certianly been a while with...everything."

"You ran away from me like if I was going to murder you the last match we saw each other!"

"Yeah...I mean, knowing you and Dara are still hanging out last time certainly paints a certain image." Sitting on the couch you bring your knees to your chest. 

"I know, I owe you a big apology but I can't...just leave my friends. Not like you did." Your feet grow cold.

"Imani, everyone cast me aside because I was bad at the game. I didn't think anything was wrong but no one told me anything, not seriously anyway." Your feet touching the living room carpet brings your thoughts forward. The moment settling in. 

"So you never got the hint? Until Dara started being straight up?" Her voice sounded exhaperated. "You dropped everything for being a sore loser?" 

Your heart shatters. 

"What?"

"You weren't trying, that's what it comes down to? But now that you're doing actual training with that guy, you can reconnect and everything is going to be okay!" Her voice shrill, excitement laced with the prospects of the future. 

Body shaking, skin iced over, vertigo blurs your vision.

"I was trying! I was trying so hard to keep up, have things still be fun despite everything because I cared!"

A flush of pain blooms in your head as tears begin to falls. Sobs being repressed. "Even now, I still care."

Silence fills the other end.

"I um.. I don't.." Imani tried to fill the gaps in the moments that pass. "I'm sorry."

You hangup.

The call ends.