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Ariana POV

"I-I broke up with Karen."

Holy sh!t- 

"I-I broke up with Karen. I-I broke up with Karen. I-I broke up with Karen."  This whole sentence keeps repeating in my head. Like I was still trying to process just as what he had said. My mouth dropping into a perfect 'o'.

"I-I'm sorry," I whisper looking down and avoiding eye contact. After a few seconds I realized just what I've said, and while thinking about it, sorry not sorry b!tch.

A smirk comes up in my face, thinking about it. Maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all. I mean hello, do you know what I mean.

But looking up to see Dalton with a frown, I felt a whole different way. When he wasn't his normal cute self that I loved about him. Seeing the expression on his face made me take back what I said. Maybe it felt wrong to take advantage of her. Whatever it is I had in mind. Wait what tf am I talking about? Yeah yeah pretty sure we're just friends.

With I sigh, I stood up from my chair. I didn't like seeing him like this. It broke me not seeing his normal cute self. Walking over to his side, I wrapped my arms around him and embraced him in a hug with a small smile in hopes this will make him a little better.

"Thank you," Dalton mumbles hugging me back with a small slight smile on his face.

"No problem, I'm always here if you need anything, what to talk about it?"

"I guess," Dalton sighs. After little bit more, I pulled away. To which Dalton reacted to with a sigh. He looked up to me, with his lips pouted and he gave me puppy dog eyes.

I just knew exactly what he wanted. He did in fact wanted another hug from me. With a chuckle at his cuteness, I walked over to him and gave him another hug.  "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Y-yeah maybe," Dalton looked up to meet my eyes to which he stared at for a couple of seconds. "But not here," he sighs.

"Do you wanna go to your h-" I said suggesting something I had in mind but later went against it thinking it wouldn't be such a good idea. Dalton probably wanted to clear his head on what happened so I figured out that he might not want to go to his place.

"Uhm maybe we can go to your house? Have you moved it yet?"

"I haven't actually, but aren't there a few furniture there yet? If so then maybe I guess we could?"

"Ok then."

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Clutching the bag of the pastries from the cafe we got in one hand with a starbucks, I tried opening up the door to my new home I'm moving in a few days. Yes there are a few things and furniture in already, but of course I still had my things back at my other home. I offered to drive to which me and Dalton ended up bickering about but in the end he did eventually let me.

In our drive, Dalton seemed to be so lost in thought. He must probably felt really hurt but i've noticed something from when we were in the cafe.

But getting back to that later. We went inside and I put down everything on the table. Dalton soon followed me inside.

"You look tired, how about you take a little nap?" I suggested once upon noticing Dalton yawning.

"But-" He started, and again yawned but I cut him off.

"Yes I do know you wanna talk about, but you look exhausted, maybe we can talk about laper if you want. " I say and Dalton and he sighs.

"I guess you're right, I mean I haven't got any sleep last night since i-i've been crying so much," Dalton looks down, and as he said the last bit in almost a whisper.