I'm back
-next morning, Ben already left-
Brooke:
"Hey. I'm sorry I didn't call you. I was just out of it. Can we hang out? Just you and me?" I questioned Angie on the phone. It was silent for a while, I drummed my fingers impatientlywaiting for her answer. Praying that it was a yes to get my best friend back.
"Yeah. That's fine. Meet me at Monet's?" (Yes, I did just put some 13 reasons why in this shit)
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I silently sat there. With my hot cocoa becoming cold. At this point, I was people watching at the door. Eyeing people who come in. Reading the faces they wear and how they interact with one another. Monet's is a fairly popular coffee shop, can't compare to that Starbucks shit. Monet's is authentic, has a story, with people in there with dark or bright futures and pasts. Starbucks, comprehensibly the opposite. I glance back over to the window and finally see a figure I knew to well to be able to not remember. She was standing in front the opposite side of the street, taking pictures of the façade. (fa-sawed) There stood my best friend. She smiled at me warmly and began to walk over to the entrance. My best friend makes me smile.
"Nice to see you Angie."
"Amazing to see you too."
This was the beginning of an old friendship with new beginnings.
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"I'm back" I yelled throughout my house. I listened, waiting for a response to see if someone was worried I disappeared at 6:00 am and returned at 3:00 am the next day.
Silence....Until I heard some sheets move on the white couch placed in the middle of my living room. A head drowsily peered up at me and smiled. A smile I've never seen before. It held relief, joy, disappointment, gratefulness, anger, worry and annoyance. But most importantly... it was genuine. Very genuine smile that I'd only seen once before. One by my father who'd left me and my mom for another woman. One where he still loved my mom. One where he loved me. One where I was five.
The head slightly grunted and cleared it's throat, before groggily speaking. It sighed in a tiresome voice. "Brooke? Your home. Are you okay? What happened?" Worry was laced in his voice. It frankly annoyed me a lot, but it didn't. There was someone who cared after all.
I slightly smiled and sat next to him. "I think I'm high, Hunter. It feels good. Relaxing. But I need to sleep," I laid my head onto his chest and I clutched his shirt before speaking again, "...but just stay here with me. Nothing is okay anymore. Not most of the time anyways. But just stay here, and make me a tad happier then I was before. Stay with me and make the world a better place.... without leaving."
Silence again. This time it was nice. He reached his arms up and wrapped them around me before laying down with my head on his chest. "I won't ever leave."
Those four words worried me but gave me reassurance. I felt at ease by the heart beat whose I was listening to. By the person who held the beat within their chest, even though he had caused emense pain before. I couldn't help but feel safe. And like that, I smiled and was out like a light.
:) hey guys, thought I'd sweeten up the story and make it a tad more descriptive and better. Hope you like it. I'll try and update at least once a week :) well... goodnight/morning/afternoon
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