Diana Thompson hides behind a capable facade. One that's also strict and a little coarse. In reality, she's frightened, all of it is something she uses to deal with a past so shocking she'd never reveal it to anyone.
She was born in a town called Ri...
The most difficult part of attaining perfection is finding something to do for an encore.
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⍟Levi
||New York||
4:17 pm
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1 week later-
"Hey, this is Phoebe. If you're part of the problem, hang up now. If you're part of the solution, leave a message after the beep."
I sigh heavily, just as the sound of the beep came. "Phoebe it's been a week and I still haven't heard from you. I'm starting to get worried. I'm sorry for what I said, can you please just call or even text me back to let me know if you're alright." I hang up the phone and sat by Diana on the couch.
Diana wraps her arm around my shoulder. "She still hasn't called you back?" She asks.
"Nope, her phone went straight to voicemail."
Skyler comes out of the kitchen and sits on the sofa with us. She props her leg on the stand and leans back into the couch, getting comfortable. Her appearance has changed in the past year. She added more highlights to her hair, which causes her hazel eyes to stand out more. "Don't you think you should go and check on her mate. Seeing that she is your best friend." Skyler says, putting green grapes inside her mouth.
"I'm going to. I just wanna give her time."
Skyler shakes her head. "Mate, it's been a week. How much time does she need?" Skyler sits up for a second. "Matter of fact, why is she mad at you?"
I sigh. "She's mad that I forgave Diana so easily."
Skyler shrugs. "Okay, so now I get why she's mad. You kinda did forgive Diana easily." Skyler says, causing Diana to glare at her.
"It be your own best friend," Simon says, walking into the living room. He takes a seat on the other sofa. Simon pretty much looks the same as the last time I saw him. He had prominent cheekbones and a well-defined chin and nose. His eyes were dark brown and his clothes always look to be casual, but also new. "So since we didn't do anything on New Year's day, can we please go out tonight?" He asks, no one in particular.
