the prettyway // a PRETTYMUCH fanfic

~25~

el:
it's the next morning. zion and i ended up sleeping in my room last night. i'm glad that i got to spill the tea about reid. i don't want anything "bad" happening anymore, and i know i'm not speaking just for myself when i say that. the thing is, i really can't stop thinking of reid. i keep repeating myself, but i don't care. i DON'T love him anymore, but somehow i still care. maybe because i'm not a cold hearted bitch that wishes for death upon my enemies. my heart is definitely set on zion. i just realized that reid hasn't texted me in more than a week, i'm worried. reid was never the suicidal type, at least i never thought it was. my conscience is killing me right now.

hey

"good morning babe!" zion exclaims.

i quickly exit out of imessage and go on instagram.

"woah you startled me there, but good morning sunshine!"

"so watcha doin' there."

"nothing much, just checking instagram as per usual." damn it i lied. i really should stop lying. "uhum i'm sorry i'm actually saying hi to reid."

"thanks for not lying, but why? we literally talked about this yesterday."

"because he hasn't texted me in more than a week, babe i'm worried."

"as much as i dislike this dude, is he suicidal?"

"i mean i never really knew, but committing suicide for me, ME it's the the smartest thing."

"i would die for you babe."

"oh shut up," i say, playfully.

"no but really, do you think?"

"i don't want to think he did, he hasn't answered and he usually responds in a heartbeat."

"dang, i hope he didn't. i mean, what you said wasn't that bad. right?"

"to me it wasn't, i literally only said, 'that's a big if, i have a boyfriend reid.' i remember what he said too he said, 'yes i get it. stop reminding me.' he seriously sounded so defeated."

"mhm, i don't know babe. try calling him."

i'm honestly in shock that he's caring, z isn't evil or anything, but we're talking about reid here. it's okay though, i appreciate him being concerned. i call reid, and nothing, no response, nothing.

"z, i'm actually terrified."

"babe, don't be. just do one call everyday, see if he answers."

"you're actually concerned i am shooketh."

"well i don't like people killing themselves or dying, i'm not satan."

"i know babe, but i love that you're coming around."

"of course, i just want you to be happy. i don't want to see you stressed about this, so i'm going to support your every move."

"AWWW."

"alright you owe me something then."

"what?"

he points to his lips, signaling that he wants a kiss. i lean over to kiss him, which we haven't kissed in the lips in a good amount of time. lately, it's been cheek or forehead kisses. his lips, as always are as soft as butter. it feels great.