The Social Gods | On Hold

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Nash’s POV

In movies when someone has amnesia it takes this really strong emotional connection to something or someone in order to bring there memories back, for me that wasn’t the case. Here I am pouring milk into my cereal bowl when BAM! Out of nowhere everything that happened last night comes flooding back to me. At first I was all like “Dude what the hell?” But after a good minute or two I realized that I actually did all that shit so I was like “Dude what the hell!” Which now catches you up to where I am now, seating on my kitchen floor with a bowl of milk. 

I mean what else are you supposed to do when you find out that you almost raped your friend who just so happens to be the love of you best friend’s life and the best friend of the girl you hope to maybe marry one day if you can get your shit together. But of course if I don’t fix this I will have:

1.) no girl to marry

2.) no best friend  

3.) no really pretty chill friend for my best friend to be in love with in my life

So basically I will have nothing because without those three things (people) I will have nothing, I will be nothing. That is hella sappy and kind of on some drake shit but I don’t fucking care, I mean I do care just not about sounding emotional. Maybe if I explain to Nicole that I was really really really drunk and had no idea what I was doing then she’ll understand and not tell shawn - shit shawn was there. He pulled me off her and beat the shit out of me, shit. Safe to say they both already know that it was me.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Why do I always fuck up anything remotely good in my life. I am so stupid. 

I should just call Nicole and apologize. I should make sure she is okay and that I didn’t hurt her, physically or emotionally. Never mind, I should do it in person. 

I pull my phone out my pocket ready to call Nicole when not only do I realize that its 12:45 but also that Shawn has called me 4 times already. 

Shit. He is going to fucking kill me. 

Shawn’s POV

God, Nash isn’t picking up my phone calls and I really need to talk to him. It took me all the way to 3 o’clock in the afternoon to get Nicole to actually eat something and even then it was only half a piece of toast. She told me she just need to talk to some Emily chick but I don’t know who the fuck Emily is. Around 4pm her friends from out of town can urging into my house demanding that they see Nicole, so I of course let them go see. Then when they saw the state she was in the automatically assumed I did something, which I did not. So I kindly explained to them that it wasn’t me who attacked her but some douche bag at the party last night that I was too mad to actually get a good look at him. After having to calm a loud group of girls down they took Nicole home and said that they would have her call me when she is feeling better. What the actual hell. I nearly had a heart attacked when Nicole agreed with hem and left. 

I mean I get that she isn’t in love with me but come on, she always pushes me away anytime something get remotely difficult or complicated. Simplicity is bliss in all but the hardship is reality. The point of life is to find someone who can go through reality with you, yet here I am waiting by the phone for Nicole to call me and tell me that I can come see her. I inwardly sigh as I try to call Nash again, I really need my best friend.