I sat across from Zach uncomfortably in the cafe. I was trying to tell him about my day but he just sat and scrolled through his phone.
"Are you even listening?!" I exclaim startling Zach.
"I just...it's not just me, no, you feel it too. It's like our love cut the line in two , we're on different sides though, lost in the echo," I quietly explain.
"What do you mean?" Zach questions.
"I just don't think you listen to me Zach!" I let out.
"I know and I'm sorry. It's this tour coming up and it's just so stressful baby."
"Yeah I get it, just try a little more? For me?"
"Of course! Now what should we order for lunch?"
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Three Days Later:
I sat next to Zach on his couch and texted my best friend. Today had probably been the worst day of my life but Zach didn't know that. He was going on about something as I was just finishing explaining my day.
"Wow, you're not even listening," Zach sarcastically chuckled.
"I'm sorry, I really am but please don't get all pissed," I beg.
"Why Y/n? You can't even listen about my fucking day but I can't get mad? I come home, to see you! And you don't even pay attention!" Zach exclaims while throwing his hands up.
"Zach I am sorry but honestly, get over it! Yes I didn't listen and that was rude but you pay 0 attention to me majority of the time but I snap sometimes. I do it once and its this big thing!" I yell.
"Whatever, I'm tired so can you please just go home?"
"Fuck you Zach," I spit before getting up and leaving.
As I scrolled through twitter, Zach had tweeted some short poem stanzas about us. For some reason, it pissed me off a lot so I decided to call him.
Zach, Me
So we're doing this over twitter now?
What are you talking about now Y/n?
Look Zach I was a little rude yes but when words turn to riddles, we make it worse. It's really 'cause I'm not listening, and you're not listening. And when we try to fix it, it never works. We've been struggling and you know it Zach!
-Sigh- You're right. We need to talk but not over phone. I'll be over in 10
Zach we can jus-
Bye, I love you
Love you too
I sat on the couch and watched some Netflix while waiting for Zach. When he did finally come, it was a bit...awkward. We both sat on the couch, as we had earlier, and just looked down.
"So I guess we need to just rip the band-aid off and get through this," I dryly laughed.
"I think that the real problem is our communication. We go, breaking up like cell phones when I speak, 'cause you don't listen when I talk. But when you speak I don't listen when you talk. Sometimes, I don't think we'll ever get better because we're on repeat 'cause we don't listen when we talk," Zach starts.
"I get that, I get that alot. I think that if we could speak like we're trying to, ya know, share conversation, communication it'd be better. I'm hearing me and you're hearing you like we're on different islands, just sounds of silence," I explain from my point of view.
"So what should we do?" Zach asks after silence.
"I want to try Zach, I really do, but I don't want to be the only putting in the work. So If you want to try, I'll try. But, if you want to just...give up than I guess we could do that too."
"No no no, I wanna try. I think, no I know, we can do this because I love you, and you love me," Zach smiles.
I smiled and pulled Zach into a hug.
"Okay now that all that sappy stuff is out of the way, wanna watch 'On My Block'?" I ask.
"God I love you!"
