𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐒 － 𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯/𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘳

11: never going back again; fleetwood mac

a/n:

the outfit is on the second part of the story like last time

not proofread as usual

"Heard that you didn't wanna go on a date with me."

Quirking a delicate brow, I looked up from my phone and saw Chat standing on my balcony. I rolled my eyes and scoffed at him, irritated at how he thinks he owns this place. "There are things called privacy. Clearly you don't respect that."

He let out a laugh and looked away, resting his arms on the ledge as he stared at the sunset. "You're going to put that in your blog, aren't you?"

I cocked my head to the side, then my shoulders tensed as I remembered the blog. How could I forget about that, especially now when Chat wants to befriend me?

"Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?" I shrugged my shoulders even though he wouldn't see. I noticed that it wasn't dark yet. The sky is filled with bright colors blended beautifully just like a painting. Life truly imitates art.

I walked towards the balcony and stood next to Chat, watching the sun slowly settle on the horizon. "You're awfully early....and quiet."

He breathed in, still not giving me a glance. "I figured that I really can't change what people think of me."

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, knowing well that it's about me and my unresolved issues with him.

I don't really hate him.....I mean not anymore－and it's not like I have some major anger issues bottled inside of me. I was just jealous. Stupid, I know.

He hummed, finally looking at you. "Of course it is! I have lived my whole life caring about my image. How I look, how I act....I'm a mo－"

"Well stop caring!" I interrupted him quickly. "Why should you care about what people think? At the end of the day, it's still your voice that's louder than the rest."

The sun finally sets and a thick blanket of silence embraced the two of us. Chat stared off to somewhere and I did the same with a pout resting on my lips. I heaved out a sigh, lips slightly trembling as the cold air finally settles in.

"Look, I know this sounds narcissistic but I know you're talking about me," I stared at him with piercing eyes, demanding for him to do the same but he didn't.

"The best solution for this is that you stay away from me. I didn't want to get tangled up in your shit in the first place." His shoulders slumped and he tugged on his lower lip as I said those words that would break our friendship? Are we even close to being friends???

"It was nice though. Spending time with you for a little while."

I walked away from him, leaving him alone in the balcony and softly shutting the door made out of glass. That's when he finally looked at me, feigning hurt and confusion depsite the mask hiding it.

My lips twitched into a genuine (yet small) smile then waving him goodbye. He returned the smile that I gave him and jumped off the balcony's ledge, disappearing into the night.

I took my violin off its case and started practicing, clearing my mind off from Chat. Halfway on a piece required for us to perfect, my phone 'dinged' and I sighed as soon as I saw who the message came from. Putting the instrument down, I grabbed the phone and replied.