I'm Not Famous!

Pompel

Okay, So maybe it was rude of me to make up an excuse to leave the sleepover early. And maybe it was rude of me to call a cab and leave instead of leaving with him and William. Maybe I've made a mistake.

But I'm not a fan of the mistake he made. At all. I know I suggested to finish the bottle of champagne, and I know I got him wasted, And I know I pushed him- Okay. So it is all my fault.
From the beginning to the end. I suggested most of everything.

So as I speed up my jog to a sad song, my eyes actually start to water. And it's stupid, I haven't cried in a long time. I don't know if Jake is feeling worse than me, but I don't think that's possible. I'm a terrible friend and he's an amazing person and it's all my fault.

I really should just talk to him instead of pouring my eyes out on the couch, but I don't know if he'll answer or not. What'll I even write? Nothing. If I just soak in my sadness for long enough, maybe he'll just come to me?

You know what, I don't have time to cry. I have a photo shoot to go to, and I can't go with swollen eyes.

***

Sitting on a bench outside, I sip some water. I've gotten all the photos over with and I'm back in my crop top and jeans as I wait for my Uber to show up.

"Hey! Pardon me!" A voice shouts. I turn and see a brown haired guy rushing towards me, wearing a red shirt, a black sweater, and skinny jeans.

"Oh...Yeah, Bryce, right?" I ask. We worked at the photoshoot together. Of course, it was Sex, but I mean it was good sex..so..?

"Yeah! You looked pretty sad all day, so I thought I might as well come cheer you up. Where are you heading?" He asks, sitting next to me on the bench.

"Hmm..I was planning on going home, but since you wanted to be so kind," I smile, canceling my Uber. To be honest, I really really really want to go home, but he did see through my smile so I might as well pleasure him this.

"...wanna grab lunch with me?" He asks, smiling at me.

I shrug, "Sure, why not?"

***

"I...didn't think food would cheer you up this much.." Bryce mumbles, seemingly amazed from my eating skills.

I have over one hundred eating skills, by the way. Good food cheers me up somewhat. Temporarily. I would eat a good meal and be happy for a while, but then automatically hate myself for eating it and then go sad again.

I don't know why, but it happens and I've just kind of adapted to it. Still, the sadness comes out of no where so I'm always sadly surprised when it happens.

"I tend to eat a lot," I eat my steak. It's a pretty fancy restaurant. I bet Jake would love it here. But then again Jake doesn't eat as much as I do... God I'm such a fatass..

***

"So would you say you're happy now? Or at least, better than you were before?" He asks, tapping on his wheel. I was in his car as he drove me home.

To be honest, I'm not happy at all. My best friend kisses me, I run off, cry, go to work, go eat, and now I'm here. I haven't talked to Jake all day and the guilt is slowly caving me in.

I don't know what I'm gonna do. I mean, Jake's been with me forever, like- actually forever.

What's he doing now? Probably working, since he doesn't have me to worry about.
"...yeah,"

As we arrive to my house, Bryce insists on walking me in. He says- and I quote- 'No no I'm gonna cheer you up no longer how long it takes'

So I open my door and- holy shit- Jake's on my couch, sipping a cup of tea. He looks at his cup with judgement, almost sadly.

When he notices me and Bryce, his eyes don't even widen. He just sits down his cup of tea, gets up, brushes off his suit, and walks towards me.

"Uh-"

"Sorry, I didn't know you had company," He says robotically, Moving around me and Bryce he walks to the limousine that pulled up. The windows were tinted so I couldn't see his face as he left.

"I...feel like I just interrupted something important.." Bryce mumbles, nervously twiddling with his thumbs.

"No...you had good intentions," I mumble. Why didn't he text me that he was coming? Why did he look so depressed at the tea? It's not like he actually cares.

"Anyway...Uhm...Should I pull out a game of cards?" Bryce asks with a nervous smile, digging in his pockets and pulling out a deck of cards.

His nervous action makes me smile, and I laugh,
"I don't see why not,"

Bryce smiles back at me as he walks in, getting the game set up on my coffee table. I quickly gather Jake's tea, putting it in the sink for me to clean later.
I wonder what would've happened if I didn't bring Bryce? Maybe we would've talked it out and instantly get over it. Or we'd talk it out and the issue would become harder to handle. To be honest, I kind of want to talk to him, no matter what the outcome is. But that statement alone sounds selfish.

Someone wraps their arms around my waist, and for a single second- a millisecond- I thought it was Jake. Until I remember he left, and It's Bryce.

"You looked like you needed a hug," He mumbles, his grip tightening. It's not uncomfortable and feels kind of safe, but I glance down at the tea cup and the guilt bubbles up again.

"Do I really look that sad..?" I question. He nods,

"Like really sad. Really really sad,"

I sigh and shrug it off, "Well! Let's go play cards so I can cheer up, remember?"

He looks guilty for a moment, before nodding and smiling, "Yeah! Of course,"

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out. Surprisingly, it's a message from Jake.

Sorry for interrupting. I won't bother you again.