A/N So I decided to change this up a bit. Since its technically about Elise I'm going to try doing it in her P.O.V and let me know what you think.
Songs for the chapter:
The Wrong Direction by Passenger
Love Don't Die by The Fray
Don't Wanna Go by The Lumineers (on sidebar)
Chapter 20
Elise's P.O.V
"I really don't know anymore." I mumble to Katrina. We are at the frozen yogurt parlor down the street from her house. Since I basically walked out on Josh I am staying at her place since I have no where else to go. I need to still get all my belongings from Josh's house.
"You know," She says taking a mouth full of frozen yogurt. I really don't know how we are eating this. We are going to die of diabetes. It peanut butter frozen yogurt topped with gummy bears, sprinkles, some fruit, and anything sweet we could find.
"We should just get you a whole new wardrobe! No need to go back to Josh's house." She finishes.
I groan and lay back into the booth, "I know I shouldn't go back to his house but I would very much like to have all my stuff back. Such as my laptop and books. And I got some clothes I love!"
"We can get you new of everything!" Katrina offers.
I take a scoop of the yogurt and finish off the last of the fruit there was, "Look I understand at the moment you hate his guts but-"
"Got that right!" Katrina cuts in and I glare at her.
"But like I was saying, I can't just start my whole like over. I am getting my stuff and that is final."
Katrina groans and slams her fist onto the table, "Hes going to try and drag you back to him! He's going to get on his knees and be like oh please Elise come back to me, I love you! Wah! Sad face. And then you are going to be like ah well I forgive you!"
I roll my eyes at her, "Not this time. I have had enough of his bullshit."
"That's the spirit!" Katrina chimes eating the last gummy bear.
I look up at her wide eyed, "What?" She asks.
"I was saving that gummy bear and you ate it, bitch!" I shriek.
"Whoops." She chuckles as I flip her off.
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I walk up steps with my keys held firmly in my hand. I could simply just open the door with my key but I rather not do that. It's like I am invading a house that was suppose to be mine. I suck in a harsh breathe when my hand collides with the door. Instantly after one knock it is whipped open to reveal Josh standing there.
"Come in." He whispers moving aside for you to step in.
He clears his throat and looks down at the ground. I hate to admit it but he looks like crap. His eyes are red and puffy and it looks like he hasn't showered in a few days at least. I pierce my lips and close my eyes before saying something,
"You have boxes left over for me to pack my stuff?"
He is reluctant at first before saying something, "Um yeah."
Josh's voice is hoarse and he has to keep clearing his throat every so often. I follow him through the kitchen and into the garage but I stop when I seem bottles of alcohol littered across the tables on the kitchen.
