Bad At Love | Halsey

Diner

I need time. 

Her words spin around in my mind, and I can't stop thinking about her. It's been two days. How much time does she need? I can't concentrate. I can't work. I can't sleep. I can't even eat.

I didn't want to call her so soon, but I can't take it anymore. I dial her number and bring my phone to my ear.

It rings. And rings. And rings. And then, she picks up.

"Lolo?" she asks, and I let out a breath of relief. She's not mad.

"Hey, Ash," I say, smiling despite everything. "How are you?"

"I'm okay," she replies.

"Do you think we could meet?" I ask hopefully, chewing my lip nervously.

She doesn't respond for a moment, and my heart beats rapidly. Please say yes.

"Yeah. I think so, yeah," she finally says, and I let out the breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding in.

"The diner?" I ask, and she lets out a little laugh.

"Sure."

"I'll see you in ten?"

"Yeah. See you in ten."

———

As I walk toward the diner, I feel nervous. Will she be ready to break up with him? What if she's going to break up with me? As a friend. Of course. As a friend.

I finally make it to the diner, my mind still whirring at full speed with unnecessary thoughts. I open the door, the familiar ringing of the bell calming me slightly. For years, this has been Ashley and my favorite spot to eat and hang out.

The smell of coffee, pie, and pizza floods my nose, and I breath in deeply. A waitress comes over to me, a bright smile on her face. She's been here for years, and her familiar cheeriness makes me smile.

"Hey, Becca," I say, and she grins at me.

"Lolo. Nice to see you here," she says. "Meeting Ash here, I presume."

"Yeah. I haven't seen her in a while. I'm so nervous," I blabber, Becca being the first human I've had contact with in days.

"Whoa. What happened?" she asks, gesturing for me to follow her to a seat.

I follow her, and she leads me to a booth by the window.

"Boyfriend troubles," I tell her, and she nods understandingly.

"Well, I've seen you two for years. A boy isn't about to tear you apart," she says with a smile. Yeah, but maybe I will. I think involuntarily. Shut up, brain.

"Thank you," I say, grateful for her support. She gives me a nod and smile before leaving to most likely grab my water.

I feel a bit reassured, but I can't kick the nagging feeling that I'm going to screw this up. Sometime or another. 

A/N

I really don't know about that "Ashley and my favorite spot" but you don't say "Mike's and Phoebe's date". You say "Mike and Phoebe's date", so I'm assuming that's how it should go.