"It was just an old friend. She wanted to catch up." I know it's not exactly the truth, but it's not s lie.
"Well that's nice." She smiles and stands up with me. "Are you going to see her?" She asks.
"Probably not." Definitely not. That would end badly.
"Well why? I'll just hang out with your parents and Jesse." She laughs as we walk to the car.
"I'd rather spend my time with you all." I respond.
"I think it'd be good for you to go see your friends. You've been with me for months. It'd be good for both of us." She so kind. But she doesn't know the full story.
"I'll think about it." It breaks my heart that I can't be completely honest with her but this is a part of my life that I haven't revisited in years and I don't plan on doing it now.
- -
The drive home was very quiet. Kylie fell asleep and I'm kind of glad. I don't feel myself. I don't want to do her wrong. I don't want to make the same mistakes that I have before. I also don't think I will. I've never loved someone like I love Kylie.
We pull into the drive and all the lights in the house are off.
"Kye, were here." I place my hand on hers and her eyes start fluttering open. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door. My phone begins buzzing in my pocket. When I pull it out I see her name appear on my screen. Why won't she just leave me alone?
"Are you coming?" She asked me.
"Yeah. Sorry." I turn off the car and unbuckle my seatbelt. My phone buzzes again but I won't bother with it until we get inside.
Once we're inside, it's not long before Kylie crawls in bed and falls asleep so I'm left laying next to her, scrolling through Instagram. I looked through some pictures of my mates and a few band posts but I couldn't help but be curious of the texts that are waiting to be opened.
I close Instagram and stare at the two red bubbles above my messages app. None of this is good. The last time I saw her was when I made the biggest mistake of my life.
I finally click on the green app and click on the messages attached to her name.
"I need to see you." The first bubble reads.
"I think I want to take a trip to see your parents.(;" the second bubbles words instantly put me into a panic. Is she bloody mental?!
"Do NOT show up at my house." I respond. Almost instantly she replies.
"Then meet me for coffee in the morning. Let's catch up, b." She's the fucking devil, but I have no choice. She can't be here around Kylie. Kylie can't find out what I've done in my past. I've come so far. It's not me anymore.
"Fine. One coffee. Then you leave me alone." I respond.
"See you in the morn, love xx" her text comes in and as soon as I read it I turn my phone off.
- -
"Bradley! Over here!" I hear her voice, in person, for the first time in years. My eyes meet her hand that is waving above her head. My eyes follow her arm down to her face.
"Jesus." I mumble to myself. She's got makeup piled on her face to the point she looks like a Barbie, and not in a good way. Not that there's anything wrong with wearing a lot of makeup. Kylie wears lots of makeup and I have no problem with it. I guess it's just because it's Kylie. Her blonde hair is falling off the back of her shoulder as she waves. It's curled, like normal, and parted down the middle. She's wearing a very tight, revealing dress. I expected that.
Nothing makes it hard to breath like being in the compony of her. It makes me absolutely sick to my stomach. Every step I take towards her is like taking a step into my past.
"Hi, handsome." She stands up to hug me but I dodge it and sit down. "Well that wasn't very nice."
"I'm not here to be nice, Sarah." Her name rolling off my tongue almost burns.
"Sure you are. You're always nice to me, Bradley." She places her hand over mine on the table and I pull away. It felt almost uncomfortable. Her hand is much bigger than Kylie's and it's warm. Kylie's hands are always cold.
"I'm always nice to everyone. That doesn't mean anything." I respond.
"It means something to me. You know you're the only one that's ever treated me well." She says. It's true. Sarah has had horrible things happen to her in her past. That's why I was always a friend to her.
"Why did you ask me here." I ask.
"This is the coffee shop we met at." Say replies. "We were sitting right there," She points at the table across the shop, "you sat me down at 4 in the morning and told me what I meant to you after everything that happened."
She brushes a perfect blonde curl out of her face. Her eyes are soft and her smile is growing.
"That was long ago." I try not to sound rude because that is a moment we both shared and it obviously means a lot to her.
"It doesn't matter. A love like that doesn't go away, B." Her eyes begin to well up with tears. She gets up and moves to the seat beside me. "There was something so beautiful about the way you spoke to me." She inches toward my face. "Something that will always draw me to you." She leans in and places her lips on mine. They were soft and I could taste the warm coffee on her lips.
"What have you done." I pull away from her and place twenty pound on the table.
"Brad, wait." Her voice is left behind me but I can hear it trailing behind me as I walk out of the shop.
"Brad!" She shouts at me over the bells ringing on the door. "Please, I'm sorry." I hear the tears in her voice and I cant leave her crying.
"You can't do that. I've moved on. I'm happy, Sarah." I try not to shout but at this point I'm lost. I've just cheated on Kylie even though it wasn't me that did it. I don't know how I'm going to break it to her.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I'm just scared to lose you." Shes now full on crying in front of the shop. It feels like a scene out of a movie.
"We haven't talked in ages, Sarah. This is the first I've heard from you in years." I tell her.
"Because you left me!" She shouts. "You just left me.. and went to America. No warning. No goodbye." Her voice fades into a whisper.
"I.. I can explain." I say, but can I really? Can I just tell her that it was all a mistake and I was just hurt? That I just needed a distraction?
"Please do, Because I'm still lost." She says, wiping her tears from her face.
"Look, Sarah. Back then, that wasn't me. I did a lot of things I shouldn't have done and being with you was one of them. You didn't deserve for me to use you for my own selfish ways." The tears in her eyes are back and she looks so hurt. "I meant it when I said I loved you, don't ever doubt that, but I left because I was making all the wrong decisions. I needed to get myself back on track after everything that happened. So I left. I told my parents and I followed the boys to California. I've started a new life there and I don't plan on messing up what I've fixed."
"And what about me?" She asks, tears pouring down her face and covering her chest. "You can fix yourself but leave me broken? You were all I had, b. My only friend. My only family."
"And I'm so sorry about that. I would do anything I could to fix things." I say to her.
"What about being friends?" She looks me in the eyes.
"I.."
"Come on brad. I get it. You're in love now, that doesn't mean we can be friends." She half smiles. "Just go with me to my friends party tonight. I'll prove to you that I'm serious. I won't do anything to jeopardize your relationship. Just two best friends. Like old times."
Before I can answer her I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. I pull it out and see Kylie's name written on the screen.
"Hold on, Ive got to take this." I take a few steps away from her and answer my phone.
"Hey, babe. What's up?"
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Fanfiction"Why did this have to happen. Why did I have to look into those big, beautiful, brown eyes. Why did I have to fall so hard in love with him? I told myself not to! I told myself over and over again that this is what would happen!"
