N. Hanson's Point of View
"Hey, honey." My mom greeted me happily as I entered the house. I smiled weakly, "Hey."
My mom sighed, "Bryce called." I shook my head, "How many times?" My mom chuckled, "Too many to count." I ran my hand through my hair, closing my eyes for a second, "I wasn't even gone for an hour."
"Maybe you should just talk to him." My mother suggested in a light tone, a smile on her face.
"I'm not going to talk to him." I refused, just as my sentenced ended, the phone rang. My mom reached for the phone and answered it, "May I ask who's calling?"
My mother turned to me and held her hand over the speaker, "Please just talk to him honey."
I groaned, walking towards the phone. My mom handed it to me, "I have to go to work now, just hear him out." She smiled softly, walking out of the house.
I held the phone to my ear, "Hello?"
"Naomi!" Bryce's voice called out. My heart sunk into my stomach. God, I hate this. I hate how I feel about him. I wish I could just throw away my feelings for him. Or wipe my memory of him at all.
Bryce chuckled lightly, "Naomi, I can't believe it's you. I've been calling for-" he began but I cut him off. "Forever? I know, the phone has been ringing non-stop for days. It's a real inconvenience."
"I know, I'm sorry. I just- I needed to talk to you and you weren't answering. What was I supposed to do?" He questioned. I rolled my eyes, although he couldn't see me, "Not Call. That's what you're supposed to do, just leave me alone. I told you I needed space, can't you just give me that much?"
Bryce sighed. I upset him and that hurt me, but what he did to me is far worse. Bryce began to speak again, "Naomi, I can't. Okay, I realize that's what you want. And I want to give you that, but I just can't?"
"Why not?" I asked, my eyes watering. Bryce's voice raised, "Because! Because, Naomi! I can't'! Okay! It's driving me crazy being away from you! I need you! And I'm so sorry! I'm so so sorry! And I can't- I need you, Naomi. I don't know what I'm doing, I feel like my whole world is collapsing around me, I don't know who I am without you."
"Maybe you should figure it out." I stated bluntly, hanging the phone up. A tear slid down my cheek, but I immediately wiped it away. I shut my eyes closed once more, taking a deep breathe. Fuck feelings.
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B. Loski's Point of View
"Maybe you should figure it out." Naomi stated, coldly and the line went dead. I could feel my heart aching in my chest. My eyes grew heavy, but I quickly rubbed them.
I placed the phone back and walked out of the house. I grabbed my bike for the side of the house and rode to the only place I could think of.
Once I reached it, I sat down. My back against the wall, I ran my hand through my hair. I looked around at the walls around me. For the most part they were empty.
There were only a few things pinned up. A couple pictures of Naomi and I. Not very many, though. A blueprint that we made of what we wanted the space to look like. That was all.
I looked over at the notebook that rested beside the stereo. I grabbed the notebook and the pen placed in the spirals.
I began to write. I knew it wouldn't win Naomi back, but it'd probably get me there. Right? It had to? Otherwise this is just over.
I can't let this be over.
