Completely F*ckable

Chapter 06

Sittin' in a parked car.

Katie left me on read.  So I assumed that she didn't want what I wanted.  I had went back to her apartment only to get my motorcycle and drive it back home where I sat alone on the couch writing my thoughts into notebook.

I kept silent in the silent buzz of the outside.  I heard the neighbors yelling at each other, but quite frankly I didn't have to energy to tell them to be quite.  Or even care for that matter.

We don't even fight no more. We don't even touch no more.

Maybe my old habits will come back.  I think that they are actually.

Slowly but surely I rise to my feet, placing my notebook neatly on the coffee table.  Walking over to the fridge, I realized that the temptation is getting to me.  I pull the machine out of its place and get into the safe neatly placed in the wall behind it.

Used to be my best friend.

Putting in the code - Katie's birthday - I successfully opened it and pulled out what remained of my stash.

Old habits never die I guess.

We don't even laugh no more. Barely even talk no more.

I brought the stash to my living room and set it all out on the coffee table literally throwing my notebook across the room.

Rolling myself a few, I lit one and picked up my phone dialing a friend of mines number.

You wanna hold my hand and then you won't.

Instead of a polite hello I get a "(Y/N) its fucking two in the god damn morning, what do you want?" 

"Camila. . . I started again. . . Please help me. . ." I spoke softly taking in a puff of smoke with each partial sentence.

You say you love me then you don't.

"(Y/N). . . Baby. . . Really?  This again?  I'm on my way.  You're lucky I'm in town.  I'll be over soon."

"You know where the key is," I spoke before hanging up the phone and laying back on the couch.

You keeping me running and running around.

Time had passed.  And with the increasingly highness I was getting, I don't know how long it had been before the Cuban had showed up in my living room shaking her head at me.

"Why?  Was it her again?" she asked taking the blunt from me.

If I'm not all you need. Then just set me free. I'm down on my knees.

"What happened to you, (Y/N/N)?" she asked.

"I fell in love, Camila.  That's what happened.  Make me fall out of love," I repeated the last sentence over and over silently.

If you're not the one for me. Then just let me be. I'm begging you please.

"The only way I know how to do that is for you to date other people.  How about this, I'll help you get over Katie if you help me get over Lauren? Deal?"

"Deal," I smiled.  With that I fell asleep after she laid my head in her lap playing with my hair softly.

I'm praying for closed doors and open windows.  I'll follow where the wind blows.

So I guess I'm dating Camila Cabello now?

Doesn't sound so bad after all.

Don't be scared to leave. If I'm not all you need. Then just set me free. I'm down on my knees, tonight.