Roller coaster 🎢 ~ (Tom Delonge) [Discontinued!]

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Two days later
2/15/1996
(Y/N)'s POV

It's been two whole days since I've last seen Tom. I've been constantly bombarded with missed calls and non-important unread text messages the second I left that stupid party.
At this point I was getting annoyed at the amount of notifications that were being revived on my phone.
I took the tiny Nokia phone in my hand and I was about a second close to chucking it against the closest wall to me.
But, instead of destroying it to tiny bits, I decided to glance at it as I heard the sound of the tiny brick like device chime in my hand.
The screen lit up in the dark room I currently resided in.
I stared at it reluctantly, the only source of light coming from the dim little screen and small slivers of light peeking from the blinds.

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11:50 pm
                                        FEBRUARY 15
5 Missed Calls from Tommy <3
2/13 2:59 am
2 Missed Calls from Tommy <3
2/14 5:29 pm
3 Unread Messages from Tommy <3
2/14 11:45 pm
1 Unread Messages from Mark :0
2/15 11:48 pm
1 Unread Messages from Mark :0
2/15 11:50 pm

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  I sighed in defeat as I glanced at my phone. I let it slip from my fingers as I lay back on the couch I stayed on for the night.
Since I didn't feel like coming back to my shared apartment with Tom, I decided to stay over Mark's sister's apartment.
Anne invited me with open arms, well more like I stumbled into her house without giving her a chance to think.
I told Anne every little detail that happened as I practically sobbed my eyeballs out on her couch after the party.
I also told her about my encounter with Billie fucking Joe since she kept questioning how I got to her house in the first place. I told Anne how Billie was nice enough to drop me off at her apartment.
before I left, he left me his number on a small slip of crumpled paper.
I dug through my pockets to find the familiar piece of paper.
Once I felt it, I fished it out of my pocket and stared longingly at the torn note paper.
It had his number scratched on it with jet black ink.
Above the array of numbers, Billie's name was signed with a cursive BJ with a smiley face beside it.
I smiled at the small gesture and stuffed it back in my pocket.
Billie was strangely kind to me even though I was basically a total stranger who was hitchin' a ride.
I tried falling asleep on Anne's couch, but to no avail.
So like I normally do, I just laid there and pretended like I was sleeping until I got fed up with it.
In the end, I stayed up despite my tries of getting rest in the first place.
Moral of the story, it just left me even more exhausted than I already was.
I turned on Anne's living room TV and set it to a reasonable volume for 12:00 am.
As I was browsing through channels
my phone chimes again from beside me.
Instead of ignoring like I should've, I checked it.
It was an incoming call.
I stared at the contact name and I stared contemplating.

'Mark :0 is calling'

Okay, for one thing why is he calling this fucking late?
My finger hovered over the buttons on my phone.

'Accept' 'decline'.

My options were laid out for me, but I have a tough time as my conscience was telling me different things.

He's your friend, pick it up.
He didn't do anything wrong.
Just answer the phone.

No, don't answer it.
He's probably going to bother you about that fucking cheater.
Don't bother.

My thumb hovered over the buttons for a split second before hesitantly pressing accept.
I heard some shuffling over the line before I decided to talk.

"Hello?" I must've sounded groggy due to Mark response.

"Shit, did I wake you up?" Mark's deep voice was heard over the line.

"Well, I mean it is 12:00 am you putz," I deadpanned.

He cleared his throat before responding.

"To be completely honest, I wasn't expecting you to answer," he took a deep breath before he continued.

"Look I know you don't especially want to hear from either one of us, but just hear me out, okay?"

Told you, but it's too late anyway.
Despite my conscience being at war, Mark sounded sincere and apologetic even though he didn't even do anything.

"Tom is a wreck right now and I know that you know, that what he did is completely unforgivable and just flat out unacceptable."

"Yeah? Well no shit Sherlock, tell me something I don't know already.
Listen Mark—," I was about to go on a long tangent before mark cut me off.

"Okay Watson, just give me a second please?" He muttered.

He sighed and there was a long pause before Mark spoke again.

"He misses you a lot (y/n), he's a total wreak without you. He's..."

"He's what Mark?" At this point I was afraid to ask.

"He's... Well, he's drinking away his problems at this point and the band is crumbling because of the poor chemistry."

"Look (y/n), I'm not asking you get back together with Tom. I'd never ask you to do something like that, after all you're my best friend too. It's just that, maybe you should talk with him. See what he has to say at least?"

I sighed, I wasn't sure if I really wanted to talk to him.
Let alone hear his voice.
Hell, I wasn't even sure I wanted to see him.
The traces he left that haunt my head never had seemed to leave me alone.
I knew that the second I would lay eyes on him, I'd crack.
I miss him despite of what he did.
He made me happy, but then he went and screwed me over.
Prick...

"I'll think about it Hoppus, I'll talk to you later.." I mentally cringed in my head because of the lack of communication I had for my best friend.

I felt the tiniest bit of guilt and pity for Mark.
Both of his best friends seemed to have split, and not to mention that they were both utter and complete messes.

I felt my anxiety creeping around the corner as I thought about the terrible confrontation that would follow if I did decide to see Tom.
I wouldn't be ready for it.
I spent so much of her time isolating myself from other people.
Now that I finally had someone pull me out of my miserable self isolation, I was exposed.
I wasn't ready to be broken again.
Not again.