"Lincoln, you can't just waste your life pining over one guy! He cheated on you, get over it."
I groan and rub my hands over my face. Lucille, my ungodly best friend, tries to be helpful and give me good advice. Instead, she gives me shit advice and makes me feel ten times worse about myself.
"Says the girl who cried after her blind date never showed up." I scoffed giving her a pointed look that says, 'you have no right to judge'.
She shoots up from her laying position on my bed. Oh god she's about to go into full rant mode. "That was a heart breaking time! Could you imagine being told that a guy who looks like Zayn Malik, emphasis on the Zayn Malik part, is going to meet you on a date but then never shows up! Trust me, you'd cry too." She informs me in a 'matter of fact' way and then flops back onto the bed. And rant done.
"Lucille, I just got out of a two year relationship with my boyfriend because I was, in fact, cheated on, and you want to talk about the time that you were stood up by a guy who 'might've' looked like Zayn Malik?" I yelled at her putting quotations around 'might've' because let's be honest; he probably didn't even look remotely close.
"You brought it up!" She yells back.
"Well I don't want to talk about it anymore. You're giving me a headache." I huffed, rubbing my temples. I never go to her for advice, and this is why. "I'm just gonna take a nap. You can either nap here with me, or go home."
"Wow harsh. I'll nap with you buddy." She grins at me then scooting behind me and wrapped her arms around me. This was completely normal for us. We've been friends since the dawn of time (technically second grade) and we've had billions of sleepovers where we just end up spooning for the entire night.
I close my eyes. I need this nap so bad. I've barley gotten any sleep since the incident and it's nice to be able to actually feel like I can sleep.
Just as I'm about to drift off into my peaceful sleep, I hear a loud gasp come from Lucille's mouth. I'm going to punch her.
I whip around to face her. "Why the fuck did you find it necessary to make such annoying noises when I'm about to fall asleep?" I glare at her but she just keeps giving me a cheeky grin while wiggling her eyebrows up and down. I'm literally going to punch her. "Lucille spit it out."
"I know how you can get him back."
A/N: So the first story I tried to write basically turned out to be a flop so here I am trying again. I hope you like this one:)
