another one of the cringiest fanfics you'll ever read
WARNING: i wrote this when i was very young and stupid. there are very triggering topics so pls read with caution / unedited
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"This is fucking crazy," Natalie spoke as we walked through the mall together. It was just her and I, hanging out to not only get dresses for the wedding but also catch up on some things. I also needed to talk to her about something really important, something I've yet to tell anyone. "Like seriously, Pete getting married?! Who'd have known. I once had a thing with him!" She continued on about the topic, failing to noticed I'd slowed down.
"I know," I just mumbled, finding another dress store. We went in, failing to find anything either of us were into. Well, she didn't like anything that was there, I did but I couldn't fit anything.
"What's the color scheme again?" Natalie asked, as if she hadn't already asked the question three times before. We began to walk down the main aisles of the mall again, me having to slow down every once in a while. She didn't even take notice, thankfully. It was one of the few times I was glad Natalie could be really oblivious.
"I'm pretty sure just white and black. At least that's what I think Teddy told me." I shrugged, taking in a deep breath.
"On a real note, you're sure you're not still upset?" Natalie asked, changing the subject. Her tone was suddenly serious, and I was beginning to get annoyed. We've already talked about this, way more than once. "I mean, you're acting weird. I don't want you to still be upset with me and not let me know or anything." Oh, that's why she's asking again.
Obviously I'm not mad about it anymore. I mean I was upset for a good few weeks, but I'm genuinely not anymore. If I were, I wouldn't be here with her right now. I was in a really rough patch three months ago. I'd got broken up with and left for someone I called my best friend through all of middle and high school, was helping my parents take down a sorority and on top of that what had happened at the party, which I still refuse to talk about with anyone minus that one time with Nash in the hospital.
"I'm not, Nat. It's not that, I promise." I looked over at her, seeing a worried expression etched onto her features.
"You say that, but it just feels like you are. There's obviously something wrong, and I want to help with with whatever it is. I really am sorry about what happened, I didn't mean to steal him from you, or whatever. He began to talk to me and I knew it was wrong but then he told me he fell in love with me and I just- I don't know." Natalie began to panic and stopped walking, and I rested a hand on her arm as a way to comfort her.
"I get it. I wasn't in love with Michael. It hurt at first yeah, but he wasn't the first guy I'd slept with that hurt me. At least he attempted to let me down easy. Besides, if I can forgive Nash for what he did to me then there's no reason I shouldn't be able to forgive you, too," I explained. "I mean, besides, you guys are cute and he treats you right, which is all that matters. I just honestly never thought you'd settle down again." We then began to walk again, looking for another dress store.
"Well you know me, I'm wild." She let out a breath. "But, if I have to admit it, I'm always getting anxious thinking that I'm not living my life to the fullest."
