"In California with my toes in the sand," he hummed, his body slowly swaying. I emerged from the corner I was hiding behind and smiled.
"Use the sleeves of my sweater," I sung. He turned around, a smirk playing on his lips. He approached me, intertw...
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"Faith," I, as usual, was in the midst of a crisis that only my angel of a best friend could fix. I hadn't exactly told her about my fight with Jackson, but I planned to ease into it. "How did you and Ryan bounce together so well and smoothly?"
Faith paused and licked her lipstick-covered lips. She was heading on a date with her man, some restaurant named Maroon Crustacean. "I suppose now is the best time to tell you this, so I'm just going to do it."
I furrowed my eyebrows while still glaring at the solid white block ceiling that seemed as if it was going to slowly crush me to death. My best friend took an audible breath.
"IcheatedonDylan," my ears perked up at the speed of her voice.
"I didn't understand a word you said."
"I. Cheated. On. Dylan," she emphasized each word, through gritted teeth. It took me a moment to process the information of four words she had just presented me with. After the hell I put Dylan through for supposedly cheating on my best friend's, was actually uncalled for. Faith picked up on my change and demeanor and clutched her purse. "I'm going now. Bye."
"Wait, Fath!" the blonde didn't wait. She dashed out of the room, knowing well that I was all too drained to chase after her. I threw myself back onto the cushioned mattress and let out an elongated sigh as my body slowly sunk into the plush.
What the hell? I broke that boys nose, and for what? For being the victim of my best friend cheating on him? I could never hate Faith, she's been there for me far too long. I just wish she would have told me the truth instead of cowering away from the decisions she decided to partake in.
I found myself calling Dylan's contact with the intentions of making this right. For Gods sake, how much shit have I put this boy through? Saying sorry and taking him out for ice cream isn't going to change his previously broken nose.
"Hello?" the rasped up voice echoed from the phone. I took a deep breath.
"Hey, Dylan. I need to talk to you," I managed to choke up. How am I supposed to talk to this guy without profusely apologizing for both me and my best friends stupid choices? "Faith told me she cheated on you, and this whole time I thought it was you who was th-"
"Ah!" he exclaimed with a bit of laugh bubbling up his throat. "The truth is out, finally."
"You aren't mad at me for breaking your nose?" I scrunched up my face in confusion.
The boy snorted, "of course I am. I'm still plotting my revenge, but at least you know that I'm not that much of a douche now. Also, is Jackson home?"
My heart tightened at the mention of that stupid male. The only way I could see him was through Faith, and that wasn't even Jackson. It was his cousin that didn't even have the correct shade of yellow for hair. It didn't help that her eyes mirrored trees while his mirrored the sea.
