🔶Cindy's POV pt 2🔶
We sat down.
"So I didn't come here to fight about anything, I came for good things and good things only, I was hoping we could just forget anything that had ever happened-"
"I know, I know but that's the thing G, we can't just forget, it's still always going to be up here" I said, pointing to both our heads as he nods.
"So lets just....talk this shit out-"
"Yes."
"We'll start with Derek." I said as his jaw clenched again.
I placed one hand on his arm, squeezing it in comfort.
He looks at me and nods.
"Gilinsky-"
"Dude, my name sounds one billion times better when you say it." He groans and I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Anyways, Derek is my best friend. He literally tells me everything. I hadn't seen him in about a year after that party-"
"The party that I almost hooked up with Claudia and he kissed Madison and I threatened him. I told him to stay away from any girl I know that I'm friends or girlfriends with or I'd kill him-"
"Yes, that party G." I nodded, "and he didn't kiss Madison, Madison kissed him and you blamed him. The only people wrong in that whole scenario was you, Madison and Claudia." I quickly said and he nods slowly with embarrassment in his eyes.
I exhaled briefly.
"Anyways after that party, you and Madison drifted away from each other, D saw you were hitting on me, he had to stay away FROM HIS OWN BEST FRIEND! You literally deprived us from each other, and I bet you forgot or didn't even know that Derek and I were best friends at the time. I was worried sick as to why he's not talking to me anymore. He'd always hang up on me, avoid me, and when this modeling opportunity came with him and some of my other friends, it was the happiest I'd been in years G." I explained.
He had sorry and concern in his eyes as he looked deep into mine, listening to and letting every word soak in.
"Can you please understand that if I don't pick up and I'm busy, it's because I have shit to do. Dude I really try my best to get to you and sometimes, it really doesn't work out. Yes, you have my modeling schedules and you have the schedule on what time's to call me, but this modeling thing is very inconsistent, and I've had so many pop up photoshoots that not even I, know about. And there's Derek. It's like, imagine not seeing Johnson for a year because...idk...Sammy told Johnson that if he came close to you, he'd kill him. What would you have done?" I asked.
"Beat the shit out of Sammy and maybe even kill him-"
"Exactly!!! I couldn't beat the shit out of you, because I recently just found out about all of this shit! You were on tour, and the only thing keeping me sane at this point were my friends! If you couldn't beat the shit out of Sammy because he was in.....idk.....Mexico, and he started to call you, would you pick up?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"There." I clasped my hands together, exhaling.
