"i could pull the stars down from the sky and give them to you, and you would still find a reason to say no, wouldn't you, gemma? you would still fucking go choose him."
i felt like the world was crashing down on me. the one person i was completely...
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——— a little over a week later...
gemmaclark
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gemmaclark day 293947 of living alone: still can't cook for shit. i'm going to starve out here in the wilderness load more comments... edithjoness you're 19 for crying out loud. figure it out shawnmendes you haven't even been alive that many days. i did the math
——— gemma clark <<<
I hated admitting it. He's only been gone a week.
I miss him a lot.
Shawn let out a sigh, and I wondered what he was doing. A different city, a different time zone, different people. How pretty are the girls in Chicago?
"Another day, another hotel room. And you just let me leave like it's nothing."
I smiled, laying back on my bed. "Is not letting you leave an option? Isn't this like, your job?"
He chuckled, and his laugh sounded just as good through the phone. "I mean, I have to go either way, but it'd be nice if someone put up at least a little bit of a fight."
I laughed. "Noted."
Maybe I will put up a fight. Will that make you like me? Or, admit that you do?
"Anyways, how are you? Haven't seen your face in forever, it feels like," he questioned. I imagined him looking straight up at the ceiling like me, wishing I was about two thousand miles closer to him. Maybe he was wishing that, maybe he doesn't really care. The fact that we've talked on the phone every day since he left and have texted constantly makes me think he does wish that, but how can I really be sure? Maybe he's just being nice?
"I'm...good," I replied, letting out my breath. "A little bored without you, to be honest. I burned my dinner tonight, so I guess that's progress."
He chuckled. "How in the world is that progress?"
"Because I used to not even try to make dinner."
I could picture him shaking his head at me, because it was pretty stupid. I'm nineteen years old and can't cook at all. It's not even that hard. How will I ever support myself if I can't even figure out how to cook chicken?
