Bethanys POV
daniel told me to meet him at caribou cafe. i felt really awkward saying yes. i feel like something is about to go down, whether thats a good thing or bad thing. but there is defiantly an answer to why he can't wait for me to get home. of course i told him i would, but it did catch me off guard.
i head that way, still not knowing my way fully around LA. but i know enough to get me there. i pull into the parking lot, park, and walk inside.
i take a seat in a booth at the far end of the restaurant where its most visible.
waitress: good morning, how can i help you?
me: can i have a caramel frap?
waitress: sure thing.
my mom and i used to come the caribou cafe all the time. not the one here in california of course but the one back in colorado. she and i would come on cold days and order hot chocolates. she used to tell me that this place reminded her of her childhood because of how 80s it looks. I've always had good memories in the cafe and I'm not ready for this to be a bad one.
the bell rings from the door opening. i see a boy with blue eyes and brown hair walk in. daniel. he looks happier then usual. he looks around looking for me and i wave. once he sees me he begins to make his way over and takes a seat facing me.
daniel: hey
me: hey
he doesn't really say anything, he just looks at me.
me: so whats this about? whats up?
daniel: i don't really know, i just felt like we needed to catch up. i have barely been able to look at you for a few days and i just feel like we should still be able to talk to each other. i mean after all we still live in the same house.
i smile at him.
daniel: what?
me: I don't know, what you just said made me really happy.
waitress: one caramel frap.
me: thank you.
she sets the coffee on the table infront of me and daniel and i continue our conversation.
daniel: listen, you still did break my heart. but I'm willing too look past that.
me: so what does this mean?
daniel: i don't really know.
me: can we move on from everything in the past and start over?
daniel: maybe. but beth my heart is still healing. maybe as friends.
i look at him as he continues to smile at me. he said i broke his heart? but now i feel like both of ours are breaking even more. i like how we can talk again but the word friends means that i can't call him mine anymore. its like i can see right through him. he puts on a smile but i can see right now his heart is being held together with pieces of tape, and as of right now mine too. i can't believe i did what i did and if i could go back in time and change everything... i would.

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FanfictionBethany Woodstock, a competition winner, falls head over heels for a boy named Daniel Seavey, an old friend. When someone becomes jealous of their close relationship, everything spirals out of control. And through all this drama, Bethany is filming...