at night when I was finished with my homework I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. I'm a mess, I'm with a guy I don't like and I miss my ex best guy friend but he's a fuckboy. great, awesome. i needed someone to talk to. I called Jenn. when it was ringing I started to think. she wouldn't understand.
"hello? hello? rhea?"
I hang up. I need fresh air. then I started to think about Kian. fuck it I'm calling Kian. My life is messed up already, but I think it might make it worse if I call him. I don't know what to do. I was tearing up until I got a text from Jenn.
Jenn: hey u okay?
me: oh yea sorry i had my phone in my back pocket 😂
Jenn: alright haha, can't wait for that Disneyland trip for photography. goodnight 🌙
I put my phone on my stomach. then it started buzzing. I check it. a call from lawleypop, That's how I have Kian in my contacts. i answer.
Kian:hey Rhea sorry for getting mad, I just don't want to lose you... as a best friend
I stayed quiet letting my tears go down.
Kian: so can we hang out tonight, last time being best friends?
me: okay
force myself a laugh and controlling my tears.
Kian:okay great, awesome düde.
with that weird accent he does
Kian: pick you up at 8:30 okay?"
me:alright
Kian oh and bring sweat pants because 1 I'm wearing sweat pants and I don't want to look ridiculous and 2 you look nice in sweat pants
rhea:okay
we hang up. I was fixing my make up and putting my hair in a messy bun not giving a single fuck how my hair looked. 8:23 a text from lawleypop.
lawleypop: I'm outside hurry
Me: calm down you little rat🐭
lawleypop : hurry you little monkey 🙊
I laughed. I went outside. I saw lights from his car. he roll down the window. "come on" he yelled. I got in. he has some chill but really good music but I wasn't feeling that type of music tonight. I grabbed his aux cord and put some band song on. he smile
"this might be the best midnight adventure ever" he said looking at me.
"FUCK YEA" I said. he started the car and drove off.
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