Y/n's P.O.V.
I stared down at my phone screen, heart throbbing, tears streaming down my cheeks. My now ex-boyfriend just broke up with me and I was heartbroken. I read the text one more time through my loud, obnoxious cries.
im breaking up with you, i just don't feel the same way anymore. it's not you, it's me.
I decided to call my bestfriend since kindergarten, Blake, because he was always there for me after all of my breakups.
Blake: y/n? why are you calling so late?
Y/n: h-he broke up with me
Blake: im coming over, do you need anything?
Y/n: just you.
Blake: okay, ill be over in less than five. love you.
I felt him smile through the phone. Blake hung up the phone and was quick to come up to my room.
I looked up at my bedroom doorway, there stood a concerned Blake. I opened my arms widely, in need of an actual loving hug from someone that actually loves me.
I nuzzled my head in Blake's neck. "You really need to stop falling for these types of boys," he sighed, pulling me closer to his chest. "They don't deserve someone as smart, caring, loving and as beautiful as you, y/n."
I pulled out of the hug, extremely confused. "What?" I asked.
"Y/n, I've been dying to do this all of my life," Blake said and kissed me passionately. "I really love you."
I didn't say anything, just kissed him once more. "I love you, Blake," I smiled.
He laid me down on the bed and kissed me lots more.
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A/n - DID YOU LIKE IT? Im shook...😏
