Fragile #Wattys2015

Chapter 7

"Oh my fucking God."

"I'm sorry..." Benji mumbled.

"You're sorry?! You're fucking sorry?! That's all you have to say?! Benji, I work so hard to make sure that you can do well at school and you just go and fucking blow it over a girl! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I just love her so much and I never get to see her and.."

"And what?"

"Nothing." He sighed.

I rolled my eyes. "You can see her after school once you've gotten your grades up. "

Benji nodded solemnly and went up to his room.

I sighed loudly and pulled out my phone, thoughtlessly dialing the only person that could comfort me, Sam. Yup, I dialed my ex-boyfriend.

"Hello? Indigo, is that you?"

"Hey, Sam."

"Why're you calling me?" He sounded annoyed.

"Look, I'm sorry I just need to talk to someone. I have so much shit going on right now and no one is even trying to support me." I was holding back tears.

"Okay, go on." His voice softened.

I told him everything. He listened for over an hour as I let everything go. It was so nice to just feel cared about. For once, Sam was doing a good job with that.

When I was 15, Sam was my first boyfriend and we were in love. Seriously, I was head over heels for him. Shortly after our one year anniversary he started acting pretty strange and becoming distant. It ended up being a pretty messy breakup and we haven't really spoke since.

Anyways, it was amazing talking to him again, and we even decided to meet up! Hopefully, things won't get awkward, but I'm confident this will go well. Humming happily, I got ready to leave.

Time flew by and just an hour later I was at Starbucks with a mocha frapuccino in my hand, waiting for Sam. And then he was there. I stood up and gave him a sort of awkward hug.

"Hey." He greeted me and sat down.

We sipped our drinks in silence for a few moments.

"So..." I began. "How have you been?"

"C'mon, Indigo. Do we have to do this?"

"Do what?"

"This fucking awkward small talk. Why can't we talk about the shit we used to? Like aliens, and why pistachio ice cream is the best, and who's most likely to become a hippie."

"Okay...do you wanna just ditch these drinks and grab some pistachio ice-cream? I'll buy." I grinned.

"Hell yeah!" Sam chucked his drink into the garbage and then strutted out of Starbucks.

After that, we had an amazing time! Sam and I had awesome pistachio ice-cream and then we walked around town, chatting for hours. Eventually, I decided it was time to go home.

"Bye Sam."

"Bye."

"I'll see you later?"

"Definitely." He smiled and we fist bumped.

This afternoon was a success and I got some great news from the hospital. Evelyn is doing a lot better and will most likely recover! I went to bed that night content and excited for the next day. Unfortunately, there's a saying that always seems to apply to me; if it seems too good to be true, it is.