Nick Robinson. He's gorgeous. With a smile to die for, and plumb lips that make you dread for them to kiss yours. He is also my best friend, at least was until everything changed when he left for Hollywood and got his first acting gig in "Melissa...
"So, I noticed Rebecca left with that guy..." He starts, as I gather back my thoughts and gain my conscience again. "Oh no!" I remember and attempt to stand up but I don't manage to take a step without feeling dizzy again. But I don't think this major dizziness is only happening from the blood. I think the main cause is just being around Nick. Makes me feel weak, but amazing and tingly everywhere. Especially where he touches me. He just sends me to this parallel universe where we never separated, where nothing had changed and nor have my feelings for him... But I'm sure his haven't either. "I - I can't go back home." I say when he holds me on my feet as I start to find my balance. I squirm under his touch. It still sends me this inspiring warmth and sudden completeness. I feel like myself again. He is the only person that ever made me feel... alive. "I can take you if - if you want." He stammers. He looks just as worried and pained as I am. He's super anxious and it seems like he's trying to open up, but he's stopping himself. He's hurting. "No, it's okay. You don't need to leave the party just to take a reckless girl, whom her friend just ditched for a guy she just met, home." I sigh and finally decide to look at him in the eyes. Ugh, those perfect gleaming brown eyes, with his thick eyebrows furrowed in thought, that form that sexy, mysterious look that makes me melt. "The party's lame anyways, I prefer to take this reckless girl that needs me, home." He smiles, his lips stretching into a perfect curve. I sigh and nod as I let him lead me outside the beach party. I choose to keep my gaze down, as his hand touches my lower back and leads the way. When I finally find the courage to look around the crowd, I notice that people are staring at us. Well mostly the drooling girls, that have now turned to murderous monsters. I turn my gaze to look at Nick, in which he refuses to look anywhere but the exit. His jaw line clenched and his touch sending shivers up my spine. "Thanks." I say, as he closes the passenger door and goes around the car to sit next to me, on the driver's seat. "Alright, remind me again where your house is?" He says nervously. His muscular arm tightening around the wheel as he drives off. ************* "Well, your fans didn't look happy when we were leaving." I find the courage to say, and he chuckles. Kill me now. His emo hair falls back in his face, as he immediately drags his hand along it, settling it away.
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(His hair is something like this *.*) "So I'm guessing you're not one of them?" He says, as his eyes are fixed on the road, headed to the location with the directions I instructed him with. "Well, truth is I've been mad at you for some time. Haven't had the chance to be your fan." I mock him and he locks eyes with me. He looks sad, yet I don't see any regret in his eyes. He refuses to answer anything and after a few minutes of silence I blurt, "Why didn't you call me?" I close my eyes when I realize that I said it with too much pain evident in my voice. I keep them close until he sighs and admits, "It hurt too much." He simply answers. "Bullshit." I laugh, mocking him. "It should've hurt when you didn't call me." I correct him and he flinches. "Bullshit? You know how difficult it was for me to leave my bestfriend and go live to the other side of the country?" He says a little bit too loud. "Where it didn't seem like it!" I shout, and he immediately sees my seriousness and noticed the pain I've kept inside for so long. I place my elbow on the side of the car and lie my chin on my hand, refusing to let him see the painful tears stinging my sensitive eyes "I wanted to, Freya, trust me I did but-" "What stopped you?" I cut him off and I notice his fingers have tighten around the steering wheel and his knuckles have turned white. "We're here." He says instead of answering and puts the car on hault. He crosses his arms around his strong chest, seen by the tight shirt he's wearing, his muscular arms popping out "So that's it? You're not gonna ask me how I've been? How I've been doing without my bestfriend? How I've dealt with my father's death!" I shout and his eyes immediately shoot at me when I mention my dad. He's speechless, hurt paining his eyes. "What?" He asks and I unbuckle my seat belt, "You're pathetic." I simply state and yank the door open and throw it to close. He immediately walks behind me and tries to grab me by the shoulder. "Don't!" I reject his try and refuse to look at him. Trying to hide the tears. All he does is make me cry... "I - I'm so sorry. I didn't know Frey." He calls me by my nickname. That nickname that always made me feel special when he said it. "You would know if you called me back." And that's when he yanks my hand and makes me turn around, "Rebecca told me everything okay!" He blurts, and I stand there confused. Oh no. "Told you what? When?" I answer and I'm waiting impatiently for his answer as he drags his hand along his hair again making me weak. "She - When I was about to leave for New York. We were talking about how much me and you will be affected by this separation and she accidentally told me that you would be more hurt than me. When I asked her why my move would hurt you more, she admitted your feelings for me." He says it like it's the easiest thing. "Oh my god." I whisper. I touch my chest feeling my heart race like crazy. "Freya, I got scared. Scared because when I realized you had feelings for me, I was scared to lose our friendship. So I didn't call you, hoping you'd forget about all the feelings. But as time passed by, I realized I had them too..." "I need to go." I say in disbelief. I can't believe he knew, all this time! And not only that he didn't want to talk to me after that! What an asshole... Rebecca... She betrayed me. I quickly turn and rush towards the front door when I hear his drowning voice in the background shouting my name, but all I can hear are my thoughts of betrayal and hurt. I quickly shut the door behind me, and I fall onto my knees, my back against the door, crying my eyes out, feeling sorry for myself. He disgusted me when he found out I has feelings and chose to hurt me! What a selfish bastard my best friend was... his actions still hurt me every day and he doesn't even care! *************** Hey guys! Please comment of what you think! Was it over exaggerative? Stupid? Hahaha let me know :) Also Vote so I know if I'm doing a good job so far? Write for you guys soon! ❤️
