Just Not Meant To Be

23~ Breaking.

~Tatums P.O.V~

I left after, cuddling with Ashton. Then I booked a plane to Vancouver.

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I knocked on Kian's door, and waited for the answer. “Who is it?”

“Tatum... ” The door flew open and I was engulfed by Nyla.

“Omf what are you doing here?”

“I have a month off, till I have to choose to stay in Montana or move somewhere for a college.”

“Why not here?”

“I want to start new. I met some guys in Great Falls and might go to college with them. But I also want to go to a busy city. Like I've always wanted.” I explain and she pulls me to the living room, where Liora, Kian, and Syron are sitting.

“That's awesome, I think. Guys look who's here.” They all stand up and make a huge bear hug.

“OMG!?!?! YOU WERE RIGHT, UGH I MISSED YOU LIKE CRAZY!?!?” Liora shouts happily.

“I have to see the tummy sooner or later.” I say and we pull apart and I reach for her stomach, which isn't that big.

“Its been a couple weeks, so it won't be that big.” Liora explains just on time.

“I know how pregnancy works, Landon.”

“Liora.” Syron sounds like he snapped at me.

“Sorry, L names get confusing now.” I apologize.

“Why?” Kian asks, more nicer than Syron.

“My best friend from my child years before Vancouver is in the hospital, his name is Landon.” I explain.

“That sucks.” Liora says and stands up and walks to me.

‘Syron has err been having problems since the uh breakup, so he might sound a little rude. With you.’ She whispers. I nod my head and take a quick glance at Syron.

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I spent the whole day looking at baby stuff, and colleges. I stopped by at my dads and his gi-- wife is pregnant. Perfect. He thinks I should stay here for school to be with my new sibling. I refused, I will move, no one will stop me.

“So, do you know where you wanna go?” Nyla asks and parks at her house.

“Will, I want a city, like LA or New York, but its far. And so is Miami.”

“How about Toronto?”

“Nyla, that's right above New York.”

“Right. Well, what about Ashton?”

“I said a month here and where I might move, and when this month is over, I go back to him and tell him my decision.”

“Oh, well. Explore, LA or that place in MT. and give him your answer in 9 days.”

“Wait, I have 9 days to pick one place. Fuck, I need like 2 weeks.”

“Call him.”

I decided to call Ashton after I figured what to say.

“Hello,” I hear his voice ring thru my phone.

“Hey, I need to uh ask something.”

“You just did.”

“Haha.”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you think instead of waiting 9 days, you could wait 2 weeks?”