The Internship #Wattys2017

Chapter |37|: Thinking things through

Please, Stop. Other people's opinions do not effect me. I didn't know I was born to make them happy. Honestly violence only comes in handy to those who know their words are weak~ Zachary Bradley

I opened the door to the café and was welcomed with the smell of coffee. Inhaling the scent I walked over to the table where the last person I expected to see was sitting.

"How exactly did you know where I live?" I asked Zach as he looked up from his phone.

"Blaire seems to sympathize me" He laughed but quickly gave me a sympathetic look. "How are things?"

"They're great, I like my job"

"But you don't love it. Maurice and you were meant to work together"

"That's not what I'm worried about" I said as I sat down. "Did you write me here to talk about him? Or are we gonna talk about your career?"

"Yeah, And about our friendship, By the way I own my own club actually. But back to us. I miss it, I know I sort of acted off.. Okay I went completely wicked witch of the west. I Just thought I won."

"It's dumb you thought it was even a competition. You're grown men. Act like it"

He laughed. "That Faith is another reason I am here. Stop doing that"

I looked at him strangely. "Doing what?"

"Thinking that you're better than everyone. It might suck I'm telling you this but honestly stop it. You aren't better than everyone. You're Faith you are the best girl friend I have ever had. You are smart, beautiful and very outspoken. But you seriously need to stop doubting others by the simplest things you say"

My eyes widened. "Who are you?"

He laughed. "I'm still the same unwanted comedian but right now I just need you and Maurice to go out again. He may hate me. I'm fine with that. I'm not even gonna try to get him to talk to me. I sent him an email too.. A month ago. He never replied. I know he saw it."

"I'm sorry, This is seriously my fault"

"But it isn't. I'm the one who liked to ruin his happiness. Hell I ruined everyone's happiness. I turned from Elmo as a kid because I thought he was too damn happy. The point I'm trying to make is. I was the jerk and I'm sorry"

Shocked I Just looked at him. Instead of asking who he was and questioning how he has brains somehow I just smiled.

"I'm not upset, But I am curious. How is Maurice?"

He sighed and leaned back in his seat. "He's been traveling a lot. Writing and trying to come up with inspiration. He's I think in England right now. That's what his mother told me. Every time I've called it went straight to voicemail, Have you tried?"

I chuckled and looked down. "Multiple times, After we broke up. It still hurts to say that. I called him over and over and over every night crying and leaving voicemails. Stopped by his house every night. Banged on his door, Asked his parents to tell him I want to talk. I stayed in his room waiting for him. He told me to get out and when I said no he left his own house until I left on my own. He wouldn't talk to me. One time I was so close. I wanted to tell him I accept it. He looked through me and kept walking."

"He's really easily broken. You'd be shocked how one thing could break him. And he'll lose it"

"I know, I just hope he'll forgive me one day"

Maurice

"So again I Just.. I wanted to say I love you so much no matter what happens. I made such a mistake." Faith started in the voicemail before she broke down crying. "God why am I such a fuck up? Please talk to me. Please? I hate myself now. I really really hate myself. Please call me please"

Everytime I listen to that I feel even worse. Why? I shouldn't because she wanted to sleep with my best friend.

But she didn't do it. Hailey did it. Leaving people that hurt me had always been so easy and it still feels easy. It's not. It makes things worse. It makes things feel like someone broke your heart over and over without any problem.

Both her and Zach. Of course I miss them. They made my life..Hell, Fun. The toilet paper thing to the water balloon prank.

I smiled as I thought about that. Then I frowned. They make my life so damn difficult. I love Faith. No matter what I will always love her. And Zach. He's like my brother. I couldn't stay mad at him even if he stabbed me in my back literally...

Alright I'd be pretty pissed.

I guess I'm too forgiving. I guess I shouldn't forgive them so easily and I guess I have the right to be angry.

But if I have the right to be angry why do I want to call faith and tell her I want her back?

Because I'm soft that's why. I've always found love fascinating and apparently to the point I'd spend hours debating with myself in my own head.

That doesn't sound crazy at all.

I came back from England three weeks ago happy and exited to see everyone. Then it dawned on me that I barley have anyone to see.

Staring at my phone I closed my eyes and sighed.

Call faith.

Don't call her.

Call her.

Don't call her.

If I call her she'll probably be thrilled to speak to me and will want to see me again.

If I don't call her I'll have to deal with this pain in my chest from built up emotions.

Then again she could also not want to talk to me which is a possibility.

I probably should stop talking to myself.

Sucking it up I clicked the number and let it ring next to my ear.

Butterflies danced around in my stomach and I could feel my face heat up.

No, No I can't do this.

Taking the phone away from my ear the ringing stopped.

"Maurice?"