The Bucketlist Bitches

Breakup

Cats P.O.V

The letter came far before i had expected it, almost as though he had written it the moment he was done reading mine. I've lost count of how many times I've read it, and now the words have been etched into my memory.

Dear cat.

It said.

Hearing from you is probably the best thing that has happened to me this year, and I can't help but reply to you at once.

I wish I had a similar story to tell you, but I haven't,  and I won't even try. Instead I'll write to you about how my life is now, and how we maybe can meet, so that we can talk and we can see the people that are so important in our lives. Because I would love to meet your friends,  and maybe you could meet mine. So therefore I shall begin.

I'm no longer living with my mother, I have my own apartment in the centre of the city where I live with my girlfriend Katy (yeah, I know how shocked you must be to find out I have a girlfriend,  but I do. she was the one who encouraged  me to write to you in the first place. I think you'd like her). At night, I play gigs at the local bar with my band, we're pretty terrible, but it makes me happy.

There really isn't much more to say, but I hope we can meet soon. Maybe you can bring your friends to see my band.

Love from Seth.

He had written his phone number in his messy handwriting at the bottom, adding a small: call me.

For days I have been pacing back and forth, wrenching my hands as I try to decide to call him or not. Eventually it became so bad I couldn't sleep at night, and when I let Evan read the letter, he convinced me to call him.

"Are you ready to do this?" Evan asks, looking at me with care. "I think," I answer, feeling my whole body shaking with anxiety.  "Don't be scared," He laces our fingers together and hands me the phone. "He's your brother."

I take the phone from him, slowly dialing the number I have learned by heart. It rings for a couple of seconds before I hear a voice say: "Hey, this is Seth speaking." Hearing the sound of his voice makes it hard to breathe, and I can feel a ache in my chest as I sit there in silence. I can't speak.

"Hello, is there anyone there?" I can hear confusion in his voice and Evan nudges my side to get me to talk.

"Cat, is it you?"

"Yes"

Hannah's P.O.V

I roll over to my side, looking at him in the dark room. He has turned his back to me, and I can see his muscles rippling under his skin for every heavy breath he takes.

Toby.

My boyfriend, my whole world, the person I love.

It has come to a point where I can't remember what my life was like before I met him. Now it's just a jumble of memories of me, Renee and Cat, trying to preoccupy ourselves while we waited for adventure to find us. How distant all that feels now. Now I can't stand the thought of Cat and how she defended Troy and Marcus when what they did was an abomination of nature. I remember her saying that love was love no matter what. What does she know of love? she has never felt the crushing sensation of wanting to do everything in your powers to keep another person happy. And now Renee is gone, disappeared with Austin to who knows where. She just disappeared, gradually fading away from my life. I can't really pinpoint the moment I lost her, but I have a feeling it was at the same time I lost Cat. I do not know why she left. Maybe she was tired of sitting on the fence, not knowing if she was my friend, or Cats. Maybe she decided to be neither.

They're gone, now. Both of them. No longer a part of my present, only living like ghosts in my past.

"Han, what are you thinking about?" Toby asks, turning his body towards me. "Nothing," I whisper, and let him put his arms around me. "No one."

Renee´s P.O.V

The tip of the cigarette lights up the dark night, and the white smoke seeps out of my mouth. I never planned on becoming addicted to them, but then i never planned to be addicted to Austin either. And i guess love is just as dangerous as cigarettes, so i´ll just keep using them both.

I kick at a stone with my boot, seeing it fly in the air for a couple of seconds before it lands in a pile of snow. God, I hate snow. I makes  everything so pale, so death-like. Not to mention it´s cold as hell. I want summer, long beaches and warm wind. Austin has promised me that.

"Ren, we should get in the car again before the weather gets even worse." Austin says as he comes out from behind the trees where he's taken a piss. "Can´t we wait a little longer?" I ask him, taking another drag of the cigarette. "Why?" he asks, coming to a stop beside me. "I don't know, i just wanted to take in this moment. To breathe in the fresh air and look at the stars."

"My little poet," he whispers and pulls me into his arms. "Take all the time you need to look at the stars, but put out that cigarette, you won´t be tasting much fresh air with that thing between your lips." He takes the cigarette from between my teeth, and throws it on the ground. "They´re going to kill you one day." I laugh at his words. "You´re going to kill me one day if i don't stop soon."

"You wish, but you´lll never be able to quit me." he growls in my ear, his breath fanning over my skin, making goose bumps rise on my pale skin. "And why is that?" I ask him. "Because I´m the only one who can do this." He slides his hand up my blouse, and i gasp at the coldness of his touch.

"Well then I´m doomed." I whisper, and he carries me to the car, into the backseat.

I guess love really is a drug, and it makes you do stupid things.

Third persons P.O.V

There once were three friends, bound together by an unbreakable bond. Or so they thought.

They were Cat

They were Hannah

They were Renee

They were The bucketlist bitches.

But when people start growing up, they sometimes grow in different directions, and is becomes were.

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(A/N)

This is not the last chapter, even if it may seem final, this story still have miles to go.

- Carrie