Part 22: Getting Back Together

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THIS IS THE LAST PART OF THE STORY. DON'T WORRY, I WILL BE WRITING MORE PEN FANFICS IN THE FUTURE. I HOPE YOU'VE ENJOY THIS STORY AS MUCH AS I'VE ENJOYED WRITING IT! STAY TUNED FOR ANOTHER PEN STORY, I'LL HAVE IT UP SOON!!!! ENJOY!!!

*TimeSkip Five Years*

Jen's POV

I walk into Starbucks, holding my phone up and recording myself for YouTube.

"Hey guys!" I exclaim, "Right now, I'm at Starbucks grabing a hot chocolate. Coffee makes me too jittery. Cloud is at home, probably cuddled on the couch. Anyone who follows me on Twitter will know that my 'dad'–the one who adopted me–died of cancer last night....."

I start tearing up.

"And I really miss him....." I walk into one of the lines. "Also, I broke my three month streak of being clean last night. Basically–I cut myself again. I was doing so well, but he was just so close to me–and I was close to him–he was the only loving father I've ever had–and now he's gone. I'm so sorry I did it, guys, I really am. I shouldn't have done it, but I just couldn't stop myself. Once I started I kept going... It just happened. So I probably won't upload for a while."

I twirl the ring on my finger, sniffling. Light tears have started falling down my cheeks. I quickly wipe them away.

"Anyway, I'm going to grab my coffee then check back with you guys later. Bye!" I turn my phone off, and accidentally bump into the guy in front of me. "OhMyGosh!" I exclaim, "ImSoSorryIDidntMeanToBumpIntoYou–" He cuts me off, turning around.

"It's ok," he says, "really. It's fine, it doesn't matter, I don't care..." He notices me crying.

"What happened?" He asks, and I tell him.

"My life has been awful," I say, "my dad died last night, I broke my three month streak..."

"Snapchat?" He asks, cutting me off.

"No," I answer, "I was three months clean."

"What?" He asks, puzzled. "I used to cut myself," I explain, "and I was three months clean but last night I cut again, and....." I start choking on my words, crying harder.

"I feel so bad for you..." He says. He looks me in the eyes, then looks down at my ring.

"Pretty ring," he says, "where'd you get it?"

"A friend gave it to me," I answer, "before he—moved, that's it. Yeah, he moved." The guy looks me in the eyes again, and I can't help but notice his muscles. He looks very strong.

"What's your name?" He asks. Oh God. I mentally facepalm. I never told him my name.

"I'm Jen," I say, "but my full name is Jennifer. Please, just call me Jen." I hold out my hand for him to shake, expecting him to introduce himself. Instead, he just stares.

"Hello?" I ask, "What's your name?" "Oh sorry," he says, "you just reminded me of an old friend of mine who died....." His voice trails off.

"She couldn't take life anymore–and killed herself. I never got the chance to say goodbye......." Tears start forming in his eyes.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Yeah...." He replies, "just.... Remembering her. The friend I had. She really got me, ya know. We only kissed like three times, and I feel like I never got the chance to tell her how much she meant to me... How much I loved her... Maybe I could've stopped her...."

"Oh," I say, "so you two were dating?"

"Yeah," he sighs, "I just miss her so much. I need a hug from her–even if it's just one more. I just wanted to say goodbye.............."

"I feel so sorry for you.." I say, "was she pretty?"

"The most beautiful girl in the world," he answers, tearing up even more, and the person in front of him taps him on the shoulder.

"It's your turn," he says angrily. "Whoops," he says, walking up to the employee. "Hi, what would you like today?" She asks with a smile.

"I'll have a peppermint mocha coffee," he says, and the lady tells the barista.

"I can take whoever's next!" Another lady yells, and I walk up to her.

"One white hot chocolate please," I say, and she writes it down on a slip of paper, handing it to the same barista. I sit down at a table, and the guy sits across from me. I still don't know his name.

"You know," I say, "come to think of it, I had this guy friend. He was my everything–one of the only people in my life besides my mom who actually cared about me..."

"What happened?" He asks. "I... I don't know..." I stutter, "he just, disappeared I guess. I don't know what happened to him, but I hope he's happy. His life wasn't that great either. His parents forced him to date and marry this huge bully. He hated them."

"That's too bad..." His voice trails off, and he stares into my eyes again. Why does he keep doing that!?!?

"You still haven't told me your—" I start to say, but someone cuts me off.

"Number 71," a lady says, "number 71." The guy gets up and gets his drink, then sits back down.

"Number 73," she says, "number 73." That's my number. I get up and grab my drink, then sit back down. He smiles, sipping his drink. I take a sip of mine. It's hot. I fan my mouth, and he laughs.

"It's hot," I say, and he just starts laughing harder.

"That's because it's HOT chocolate, haha!" He exclaims, and I laugh at his joke. He's so funny!! Just like the guy that disappeared. The one that gave me the ring.... I twirl the ring again.

"You really like that ring... Don't you," he teases.

"Yeah," I smile, "it's the only reminder of my lost friend... I hope he's ok. And happy..... I just wish he were here. I can't help but stare at his muscles. He looks like he could beat someone up, and potentially kill them. I shudder at the thought.

"I've gotta go," he says, getting up from his seat.

"Wait!" I exclaim, "I never got your name." "Pat," he says, staring at me again. Pat? Something in his brain clicks, and he turns around.

"Jen?" He asks, "it's me, Pat." I stare at him in disbelief. Pat? It's really him. He walks back over and sets his drink on the table. He walks up to me, his hands wrapping around my waist. I wrap mine around his neck. Then, we kiss. He hugs me tighter. After a minute he pulls away, smiling. I just hug him, my head resting on his shoulder.

"Pat..." I whisper, "I love you." "I love you too," he whispers back, "and I've missed you so much." He rubs my back, and I smile. I can't believe it's really him......

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