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beautychickee, corbynbesson, and 3,092,928 others indie.evans: starbucks is the way to forgive☺️
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i ' m h e a r i n g w h a t y o u s a y b u t i j u s t c a n ' t m a k e a s o u n d
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Christin squeezes my hand once more before letting go to sip her sizzling coffee. We were sitting across from each other in a booth by a window, waiting for the blonde haired boy to arrive. I truly was terrified to face him again, even if the whole fiasco started with the blue eyed boy. His name was hard to say now; doesn't roll off the tongue as easily.
I tuck my fingers in and out of the hole in my old shorts.
After I left the Why Don't We house, I lived with Eleanor and Lucky for a while. I wouldn't dare cry in front of anyone after that. My stomach lost its appetite and I just didn't feel happy anymore. I spent my nights cuddling the giant bear he gave me as I lay warm in his yellow hoodie. I didn't want to burn his stuff like Christina suggested. It seemed too drastic for me.
Limelight's attacked me non-stop for a few months before they moved onto something new. A few still hung around to drop a rude comment every now and then, but otherwise they were all over Taylor and Jonah or Gabbie and Jack. I haven't talked to Taylor at all either.
The bell jingles, tearing me away from my thoughts. I turn my head to see who it was.
I swallow hard as I spot his tousled blonde hair and vibrant berry eyes. Here goes nothing.
He sits down besides Christina and greets her with a welcoming peck on the lips. I wait patiently for him to speak.
"Indie..." He starts after settling into the booth and letting a moment of silence.
I shake my head and sip my frappuccino.
"It's Indigo to you."
He frowns and nods understandingly.
His eyes seemed droopy and unfocused; like he hasn't slept in weeks. He seemed exceedingly skinny and paler then usual. He looked like me, before I met Brandon, Tyler, and Bailey. He looked broken.
Maybe I wasn't the only one who suffered through this. Corbyn could be suffering because of that blue eyed boys mistakes, too.
"I'm sorry—"
I shake my head and smile shyly at him. It took me a good minute to understand, but it seems like now I don't need an explanation.
"It really wasn't your fault. He manipulated you and made you seem like a part of this all," I say with a shrug. "It really isn't though." I take a deep breath at his eyes lighten up. "It's his fault."
He shakes his head again.
"But I didn't tell you like a best friend should!" He frustratedly brings himself back down.
I grab his hand and squeeze it.
"It's okay."
He smiles and squeezes back.
"Well that went smoother than I thought." Christina say with an approving nod.
We all laugh.
I have my best friend back.
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Brandon smirks and throws down a reverse card. Tyler shadily grins back and throws down another reverse card. We all groan.
"How many of those do you have?" Corbyn complains as sets his cards face down on the table. They laugh and Brandon finally ends the chain and leads it over to me.
I quickly toss a six down and slap the table, as does everyone else. Bailey shivers and looks around before slapping the table when it's too late.
We all laugh as she frowns and picks up four more cards.
She was never good at Spicy Uno. Her hands were holding at least 25 cards while we are all nearly down to at least 1 card.
"Wake me up! Before you go, go!"
We all turn and look at Corbyn who's cheeks slowly turn red as he quickly searches for his phone. He picks it up and swipes to answer.
"Hey Daniel! I'm with Christina at the moment," he says with a nervous smile. "What's up?"
Hearing his name come from someone else's mouth made my body feel tingly. I was so used to hearing everyone call him, blue eyed boy, or just simply, jerk.
I sometimes forget that Christina is in a relationship with the blue eyed boys best friend. I forget that that's there's always a high possibility of him just appearing out of no where.
I forget he's there, but at the same time I don't. I know he's there even if I don't like to. I still love him, even if I don't want to.
I know he wants to talk, but yet no words leave my mouth. Apologies don't come easily, and I don't want to risk losing my own dignity to him again.
I don't want to go hurting myself over a boy who never chose to respect me.
