Dearest, Heartbreaker.

Before The Talent Show

Violet's POV

I look at my blue iPhone that's laying on my bed nervously, should I call her?

Would she still be mad at me?

I mean, if Ryder is not mad at me anymore then maybe she's okay with me too, now?

Maybe we can be friends again?

I sigh and grab my phone clicking on her name in my contacts list, immediately ringing her.

She picks up after the second ring and my throat closes in on itself after hearing her voice.

"Helloooooo?" I open my mouth to speak but then I close it again. What do I even say?

"I can hear you breathing you know..." I mentally face palm myself.

"Hi, Ana. It's me, Violet..." I trail of awkwardly as I hear rustling on the other end.

"Yeah, I know that. I've got caller ID." She says that in a "duh" tone and bite my lip nervously.

Of course, she had caller ID.

"Listen I-" I begin to say but then she cuts me off.

"It's okay, Violet. Ryder explained." Her voice seems softer, more delicate and I immediately relax.

"You're not mad at me anymore?" I ask softly, afraid she would hang up on me any minute now. But she only sighs heavily.

"No, I'm not mad anymore. I know it wasn't your fault, but that still doesn't mean you can go around hurting him again, okay?" I sigh, that was true.

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Hey! speaking of Ryder, do you already know what you're going to wear to the talent show?" She asks me carefully and I walk over to my closet and look through my dresses.

"Not really. I wanted to wear a dress but-" She cuts me off rudely.

"Okay! I'll be at your house in 5." I open my mouth to answer but a beeping noise interrupts me. She hanged up on me. I sigh and look through my dresses, mostly making weird faces at the different choices and colors. It's not that I didn't like colorful dresses, I loved them! I just couldn't help but think that this would be the first time Ryder saw me in a dress and that was a lot of pressure. This time we had to make it right. We couldn't afford another accident like last time. I wasn't sure if our relationship would be able to handle it.

I stop looking at the dresses and freeze, my eyes going wide in surprise.

Relationship?

I said relationship.

I scratch my head and bite my lip, we didn't have a relationship.

No. Stop, Violet.

We are friends.

We just happen to be friends that (love each other) talk in letters. Just like pen pals. Or Romeo and Juliet.

Before I can continue thinking my doorbell rings and I snap out of my thoughts and walk downstairs to answer it. When I open it, I'm welcomed by a very smiling Ana holding various shopping bags in both of her hands. I sigh out of relief to see her smiling face and open the door wider for her to walk in, I close the door after her and she empties out the contents of the shopping bags onto my couch. It looks like a mess. Like I hadn't cleaned my house in forever, which was a lie because I had just cleaned it yesterday with some help from my brother.