The Fact

Call

Another day passes. No call, email, message, package, letter, nothing. I haven't left my apartment.The fridge is getting lonely. The t.v. is gathering dust. School is starting soon, I'm not ready. Are you? You're probably quietly singing while getting your "back-to-school" white and blue outfit ready. Your music sheet filled backpack ready in the corner of your cute blue room. Your hair tied up in a lose ponytail with your white headphones on your ears, like the day we first met in middle school. You were texting under a desk next to me with those same headphones, your soft voice quietly singing...RING RING RING...RING RING RI-

" Hello?!" I nearly scream into the phone. It's her! It's her! She called! She finally-

" Get off your crying ass. Schools starting in 2 days. Jeon, do not make me go over there!" Nick screamed. My heart dropped. My own best friend got my own hopes.

"Shut up you ass." I mumbled and fell back onto my pillow, putting my phone on speaker.

" Ahaha! There's my old Jeon. Come on your acting like a pansy. You've been through billions of breakups, why are you like this over HER? Come on Nicole was just a thing, quit acting playa" My heart wringed at her name. He didn't understand, ofcourse he wouldn't. Sure I've been through breakups (being I would break up with them) but Nicole..was different. She was never just a "thing". Never. After her, my heart was consumed.

" She was different" I say bluntly, forcing sobs down my throat. How manly.

" She was a bitch." Nick spat. I held back from throwing my phone across the room.

"O.K." I said, tasting the venom in my tone.

" Well, I gotta go dude. Go buy your school shit 'cause you know I'm not gonna let you use any of mine..." he said ignoring the tone of voice I had. " See ya later bro...love ya" adding a bit of sympathy. He hangs up. " Love ya bro" whose the pansy now? I felt something wet on my cheek. Still me.