Nerissa & Q

One Week Left

"Please pick up...please pick up..."

❝This is Nerissa speaking, sorry I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as possible!❞

"Hey...it's Quentin...again. I left over five messages and you never get back to me. I at least hope you're listening to these voicemails. You know, I'm sorry okay? I'm so sorry. That horrible motive I mentioned it wasn't that horrible. It was just about the getting into your pants, but then it became more than that. I just I'm so-"

*Click*

"Sorry. I'm so sorry."

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❝Olli, he won't stop calling me...❞

"Do you want to at least talk to him Nessie? He only has a week left before he leaves. This may be your last chance and you guys could work it out. Possibly."

❝I do want to talk to him and be friends, but to date him? Not anymore. I'm confused, hurt, and sad. All I really want is to forget this whole thing even happened.❞

"He's going to call again eventually...just answer him and tell him what you just told me. You don't want to date, but to be friends."

❝Okay, next time he calls. I'm sorry Oliver. I should have never brought you into this.❞

"Hey, hey, look at me. There we go. Now I can see your pretty eyes, come on, don't start tearing up. Look, you need a friend and that's why I'm here. I'm on your side."

❝Always?❞

"Always."

❝What's going to happen next?❞

"There's three possibilities. You two stop talking. You two continue talking as friends. You two end up together. The last one is questionable, but it could happen. I say, don't worry about the future. Just focus on now."

❝Well right now I want to cry because I know all he wanted was to get in my pants, I knew that, but I still gave him a chance because he felt really bad.❞

"I know. I want to kick his ass for that, but I won't. I only want you to be happy. "

❝Oliver, thank you.❞

"He's calling again, are you ready?"

❝It's now or never right?❞

"Right. Go for it. I'll be here the entire time. Silently."

❝Okay. Here we go.❞

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❝Hello?❞

"Nerissa! You actually answered! Listen I'm sorry, I want to try long distance, and-"

❝Quentin...I don't want to try long distance with you anymore. I don't want to continue whatever this is with you anymore, I'm sorry. I care about you a lot, but you've hurt me. You originally wanted to get into my pants, I figured it out, but I still gave you a chance because you said you were really sorry. Now look where were at. I just don't think I can do this anymore, romantically.❞

"Wh...what?"

❝I'm sorry. I do hope we can be friends in the future, I really do, but right now I don't think we're in the right place to be dating each other. We barely hang out in person, long distance would have only made it worse, and honestly some things don't work out. Maybe, in the future we can try again, but not right now.❞

"Nerissa, I don't know what to say. This whole thing turned into much more than that dumbass plan. I genuinely like you and want to be with you. I'm just a stupid idiot that doesn't know better. Give me one last chance and I'll prove that this won't be a mistake."

❝I really don't think I can give you that one last chance, but maybe friendship is the best for right now.❞

"Yeah...maybe friendship is for the best."

❝You leave in one week anyway. I'll have to cut this short because I have plans for the rest of today. I'll talk to you before you leave.❞

"Until then. Bye."

❝Goodbye.❞