I'm not exactly sure how long we had been sat like this. When I say sat I mean curled up on my bed in blankets while she cried in my lap.
When she had finally finished throwing up she had jumped into the shower changing into shorts and a ripped ACDC shirt of Tyler's I think. Afterwards she cried again mumbling about how stupid she felt for not realising she had been cheated on for months by someone she had been with.
"Its not your fault," I repeated because in situations like this, it's what a best friend does. They let you cry on their shoulder and reassure you. So that's what I'll do.
"How isn't it Dyl? I clearly wasn't good enough for him, I mean was I shit in bed? Didn't I spend enough time with him?"
"You were more than enough boo, trust me. He was just greedy and didn't know a good thing when he had it. And as for your bedroom antics, I wouldn't know hon but I know that you treated him how most guys wish they were and he was selfish enough to take it for granted, so more the fool him. I know it will hurt now but you've got to be strong because you don't deserve this, he doesn't deserve you and isn't worth your tears babe,"
"I actually thought he was special and that I meant something to him, wow how stupid am I?" Her tears had stopped now and she was still resting her head on my lap as she lay on her back looking up.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, she was slowly but surely falling sleep and I knew she was shattered. I played with the ends of her hair, running my fingers through the locks and soon enough I heard her soft gentle snores.
I grabbed my phone as the last story Lola told me ran clear through my mind, the one where I helped the girl after a rough break up. I was used to hearing stories about her with the guy, you know? The guy who's quite clearly head over heels in love with her, and vice versa.
So why am I suddenly the one picking up the broken pieces? Why am I in the story and how do I know her?
"Sorry Dyl, I know I said I'd come back but Tommys in a right mess," she answered quickly, on the third ring.
"No no it's okay, I just, I needed to ask why you told me a different story today,"
"What do you mean? Is everything okay Dyl?" Her voice was laced with concern and I instantly felt bad.
"Usually you tell me about the girl and the guy, you keep it all anonymous and all, but, well today you told me about just the girl, but you told me a story and I-well I mean-"
"I told you a story about you and the girl,"
"Yeah," I sighed, "And it's thrown me, because I don't know the girl and I want to know what happened to the guy and she's upset about a different guy but I don't understand because I thought she was in love with the guy from all the other stories?"
"Frustrated huh?" She chuckled, a sound so familiar yet comforting in the best of ways.
"Beyond,"
She laughed again and my heart skipped a beat I'm sure of it, "The guy she's upset about was a small deal, she wasn't even that hurt about him. She was more upset about the fact she was in love with her best friend, but he didn't love her the same way, or so she thought,"
"So my ships still afloat?"
"Sure is honey," she sighed, "Alright I'm gonna go check on Tommy, you gonna be ok?
"I'll be fine Lo, don't you worry about me ok? Goodnight Lola,"
"Technically it's morning, so good morning doofus,"
"I hate you, good morning shorty,"
"Love you too Dyl,"
I threw my phone down on the bed, the truth relieving me of my worries, the girl and guy were still a thing, the guy was only temporary but she still hadn't answered my biggest question, why was I in the story today?
My mind whirled, a huge tornado of confusion consuming me as my mind searched for a logical reason behind her sudden change of story telling.
Then it hit me.
Its not your fault," I repeated because in situations like this, it's what a best friend does. They let you cry on their shoulder and reassure you. So that's what I'll do.
it's what a best friend does.
"...she was more upset about the fact she was in love with her best friend, but he didn't love her the same way, or so she thought,"
she was in love with her best friend.
I'm the best friend.
"Holy shit, that means I'm the guy in her stories,"
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Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)
FanfictionI had seventy nine hours to remind him. Seventy nine hours to tell him, not only who he was but who I was. Seventy nine hours to tell him how we met. I had just seventy nine hours to tell him just how we fell in love. After that he'd be gone forever.
