i wake up in my house. i sit up and see nash peacefully sleeping on my floor. i quietly chuckle to myself but that turns into a frown when i remember what happened last night.
after letting emily walk away from me i decided i wanted to go home. so pulled nash off of gabriella and drove us to my house.
i'm not gonna lie i walked in there in hopes of seeing her again but i'm pretty sure she went home.
"holy shit matt what the fuck is that bright piece of shit that is blinding the hell out of me doing there?" nash whines referring to the sun poking through my window.
"its the sun."
"well the sun can go fuck himself." he says rubbing his head. nash clearly has a really bad hangover.
"whatever get up we have to go."
"what, why." nash whines.
"i want food duh." i say blankly. "i hate you." nash mumbles thinking i didn't hear him.
"what was that nash?" i say sounding clueless. "nothing." nash says rolling his eyes.
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after listening to nash complain about wanting to go home, we finally got our food.
we walk out of the restaurant and hop in the car.
i begin to drive and nash starts eating.
"so what did you do at the party?" nash asks looking at me. my grip on the steering wheel tighten. last night's events were not to good.
"i seen her." i say quietly. "who?" nash asks with his mouth full of food. "emily." i say holding back my tears.
"holy shit dude what happened."
"well umm we talked." i say remembering our conversation. "yeah well that's obvious but what did you say to her." i keep quiet.
"just fucking tell me what happened matt."
i breathe in. "well i went outside when you and gabriella went upstairs to fuck and i sat down on the swing chair thingy." i stop to see if he was paying attention. "yeah keep going." he says impatiently.
"i started playing on my phone and then she came and sat next to me. at first i thought it was some person that wanted to home too but then i looked up and it was her. then tried to leave but i pulled her back."
"ok get to the juicy part." nash says sounding bored. "i asked her some questions and basically she hates me, i hurt her, and wants to avoid me." i say my voice cracking.
"she doesn't mean that she's just hurt." "bullshit." i say my voice shaking.
"i miss her so fucking much she just doesn't understand that." i say now crying for real. "and now everywhere i go i wonder where she is, every time i go to sleep at night i wonder if she's sleeping too, and every time i cry i wonder if she's crying too." i said running my fingers through my hair.
"listen matt, i'm only telling you this because you're my bestfriend and i care about you." i nod silently still crying.
"matt you're a good guy and if she can't see that she's a fucking bitch and you shouldn't even be wasting your time crying over her when you could be finding a better girl."
"i love her an-"
"i understand that and if she loves you back you got to get it out of her you know she's really stubborn."
nash is right. she is very stubborn. what if she does love me and she just refuses to say it. i need to know.
i need her.
this might be the start of something
interesting
nylaa :))
